<em>&lt;Aether ID 8473943MinJung: Report Critical Injury&gt;</em><br/>Entire structures had ruptured, bursting apart and spilling their contents everywhere. Leftover pieces of debris and organic matter drifted through the stream, oceans of red and brown exploding with nowhere to drain, nowhere to go. A few remaining units, a mere skeleton crew of the battalion that used to rule the area, skirted around the disaster zone doing what they could. Each bot communicated locally; some began to process the trapped blood, while others began autophagy on the dead tissues and organic matter. As they worked, each of them relayed their data to the Aether blockchain, where Min Jung's healthcare software could both monitor her health and bill her the appropriate amount for repairs and insurance.<br/><br/>A wave of new bots spewed onto the scene, propelled by their own guided jets. Like a coordinated school of fish brought along by the current, the silver-chrome invaders quickly flooded the area, each brandishing a neon stripe on their bodies. Within moments, the remainder of the Aether bots stopped moving and were swept along, only to join the rest of the debris and their fallen brethren. The invading bots left as quickly as they came, zooming off in search of the remaining targets.<br/><br/><em>&lt;Aether ID 8473943MinJung: Report Healthy&gt;</em><br/><br/>A second wave of blue-stripes filed in and began to merge with the remaining cells, massive structures floating about in space. They slipped in through the cell membrane and began to show off their capabilities - a direct demonstration of their frightening engineering. The internal environment of the cell was just right to peel away the outer chassis of the invading bot, letting it deposit its payload into each of Min Jung's cells. Within minutes, it had hijacked the cell's machinery and began to mass produce itself, depleting her energy stores like they were being sucked out of a vacuum in space.<br/><br/>Min Jung woke with a start, her stomach growling. She felt the goosebumps on her skin and the cold air wrap around her body like an icy blanket, prompting her to look down at her exposed breasts. Her nipples were already hard in the chilly room, and Randy's voice prompted her to draw the blanket over her naked body. She met his gaze and jolted backwards as far as she could go, tucking herself in the corner as though a bomb was about to be dropped on the dorm. Her eyes darted around the unfamiliar place, looking for the door or a window. Her breath quickened, and she squeezed the blanket so hard her knuckles turned white.<br/><br/>The man looked familiar.<br/><br/>She took a few shallow breaths, then a longer one... Min Jung scanned her eyes over him and recognized him at last. She must have found her way to her room somehow last night. Images of the event raced through her mind like a slideshow played in 10x speed; pictures and hazy memories of flashing lights, music, and big black cock played like a shitty porn montage somebody had thrown together. Ghost's cock was forever burned in her mind; she could still remember what it felt like inside of her cunt. Even now, she could feel the empty space left now that it wasn't stretching her open, like her cunt was begging for something to take its place. The thought of it alone was enough to make her cheeks flush and her thighs tingle.<br/><br/>'전- M-my phone,' Min Jung asked, looking around.<br/><br/>