“Event Horizon Overdrive”
The quantum stabilizers screamed like gutted animals as the dreadnought’s hull peeled back—revealing the thing squirming in the reactor core. “Oh hell no,” growled Kovacs, slamming fresh rounds into his plasma carbine, “we didn’t sign up for Lovecraftian shit.” The AI’s voice crackled: “Containment failure imminent.” Brilliant. A rookie grabbed my arm, his pupils blown wide. “Is that… singing?” The melody hit—chromatic, wrong, peeling sanity like rotten fruit. My HUD flashed crimson: 47 seconds to mandatory neural quarantine. Kovacs racked the slide. “Time to go loud.” The walls started bleeding. Typical Tuesday.