In the sky, swarms of drones buzzed past like flies, casting their shadows below.
"This is the entrance to the demon's den of Silicon Valley," Roosevelt said. "Every inch of air here is collecting our biometric data, every sensor trying to analyze our will."
A vast city made entirely of black glass appeared before them.
On the ground, people wore VR headsets, lost in illusory sensory stimulation, moving like the walking dead.
A massive holographic projection materialized above the city.
It was the Thousand-Eyed Demon Monarch, a cloud of mist formed from countless ethereal blue 0s and 1s.
Within the mist, countless pairs of eyes flickered, coldly gazing down upon the land.
"Welcome to the Data Sanctum, you ancient phantoms."
The Demon Monarch's voice seemed to come from all directions at once.
"Here, every thought you have is predictable, and your every struggle is merely a calculated probability."
