The first rebels were smearing rebel totems with cervical mucus when the clay of the icons was corroded with honeycomb holes from menstrual blood.
"The new god is dead!" The silver-haired clone slams Luna's quantum uterus model against the altar, "Menstruation is the first flush of the true gods!"
Article 4 of the New God's Code: all prayers must be written in menstrual blood.Luna sat on her throne, converted from a convenience store freezer, and watched the faith values pulsating on the holographic screen - the clones' worship index for her had plummeted 47% per hour since the birth of the radiation baby. Fluorescent warp blood oozed from the cracks in the sanctuary tiles, painting Jax's last words on the floor: "Sister, you have 71 hours left on your divine right shelf life."
"Codex V!" Luna's scepter stabbed into the cervix of the cloned rebel leader, "Anyone who questions the divine right, the womb is transformed into a faith battery."
The neural net in the dome of the Sanctuary suddenly flashed red as the screams of the rebels were transformed into a hymn. Three thousand inverted clones came in synchronization, menstrual blood flowing down their silver hair into the earth's vein pipes.Luna's quantum uterus was suddenly in severe pain - that menstrual blood was converging underground into a torrent of antimatter, corroding her mental link to the Convenience Store HQ site.
"You think you're free just because you cut off HQ control?" The rebel leader's abdomen suddenly cracked open, revealing the president's frozen brain, "We took your brain stem long ago..."
The moment the EMP pulse shattered the cryo-pod, Luna got a taste of double betrayal. The rebel's spine was buried with a nerve bomb of convenience store logos, and the cradle of a radioactive baby was absorbing menstrual energy-his pupils pulsed with Jax's brainwaves, the umbilical cord connected to the quantum servers at the HQ site.
"Codex VI!" She ripped the baby's umbilical cord and wrapped it around the icon's neck, "All life must be born of my hatred."
The sanctuary suddenly shook on the ground. The clones' menstrual blood etched the walls in a primordial convenience store floor plan, each shelf corresponding to Luna's childhood trauma. The freezer area flickered red, and a holographic projection showed the five-year-old being pressed against a can of green beans by Cole, while the shelf crevices were stuffed with samples of clone embryos.
"Surprise Goddess?" Radiant Baby suddenly mouthed the presidential voice line, "You're nothing but a 3D print of me..."
Luna's quantum womb suddenly bursts open, splashing amniotic fluid condensing into a data storm in the void. Each drop of liquid encased unactivated clones as they grew rapidly in a rain of antimatter. The most horrifying was a clone with the face of a mother, her cervix spraying EMP pulses that zeroed in on the Sanctuary's Faith.
"Codex VII!" Luna plunged her scepter into her cervix, "When theocracy rots, let menstrual blood flood all creation!"
In a nuclear explosion of red light, the dome of the Sanctuary was reduced to pieces. The clones' silver hair burns in a storm of radiation, and warp blood gushes against the current into a river toward the site of the convenience store headquarters.Luna leaps into the river of blood on the skulls of the rebels, and discovers her father's suitcase sinking beneath the water - inside is her original genetic map, with each pair of chromosomes labeled with a suggested retail price.
As the moonlight is distorted by the mist of blood, the cries of the Radiant baby suddenly rip through time and space. His sonic waves shattered all clone wombs, summoning blueprints for a new convenience store from the void. Neon advertisements pierced through the quantum clouds as slogans seared Luna's retinas:
"Matricide Special! Lease Luna's Womb Wreckage, Get a Cosmic Franchise!"
In the final collapse, she clutched the floating genogram. Amniotic fluid condenses into a new codex in the vacuum:
**"All things are canned, and the gods are advent products."