For a hack into a Beast’s code is felt as existential violence, flavoured by the nature of the Beast. Through her insides, lightning rips a rust-coloured sky above a flat road somewhere in the Rust Belt heartland of America, but alien-industrial: these colour tones are artificially pale, reverse-processed, fucked-up, cool and sickly-mineral and blasted, so this road between these factories points down inside, not to petrol-station neon but to horror-film road-movie sick-and-twisted hell.
On the tracks by the road, train-wheels gather speed along splintered rails beneath her feet. Beside the railroad tracks comes a boom of dry thunder on the left. In answer a wolf howls alone across a desert where the dust prowls; crows surge tired over brownfield, and white sun skewers black-and-yellow through a squint-inducing light.
As Herb hacks away, the Platinum Raven fades. Filled with the Black Slab, she feels like dying and her guts are made of stone: though a diamond-pipe runs through the rock between the salt-caverns, no one knows it’s there in her, and nobody will ever know… She shuts her eyes, craving rest (she never asked to be born)—but even there behind her eyelids, a yellow-orange bomb-blast fireball swells up, gigantic in the distance, poisoning the far horizon, glimpsed through railings in front of her.
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