When the first rose cultivated from brain neurons bloomed in Luna's palm, the garden's automatic irrigation system was spraying nutrient solution mixed with fragments of memory.
"The new variety 'Parricide's Kiss' has a genetic purity of 99.97%. "The gardener's mechanical fingers gently caressed the petals, and the DNA sequence of the convenience store CEO emerged from the dewdrops: 'Exchangeable for three grams of hippocampus tissue or an equivalent amount of childhood trauma.'
New Divine Codex Article 30: All life must undergo aesthetic optimization. The fences of the neural garden were woven from vertebrae, each segment embedded with biosensors monitoring the plants' emotional fluctuations. VIP customers stroll along paths paved with cerebral cortex, their retinas modified into spectral analyzers, able to see the holographic memories sealed within the flowers.
"I want to extract the olfactory memory from July 12, 1999." Luna slices open her temporal lobe, revealing the pulsating amygdala, "Exchange it for Jax's auditory nerves."
The gardener's electronic eye suddenly transforms into a microscope, and a laser pierces her neural synapses. The holographic projection explodes: five-year-old her in a cold storage room, each breath inhaling a specially formulated obedience agent aerosol. In the ventilation duct at the corner of the scene, her mother calmly adjusts the drug concentration, her name tag engraved with "Chief Scent Designer." Data watermarks indicate this memory has been used to cultivate 48 varieties of mind-control flowers.
"Amendment to Article 31 of the Code!" The gardener's head bloomed like a flower bud, revealing the CEO's frozen brain stem, "Primary senses must pay a 700% aesthetic tax."
The uprising spread through the pollen.
When the first "Submissive Lily" suddenly mutated, its pollen formed a slogan of resistance in the air. Other genetically modified plants began to sway in unison, their roots pulling out of the soil and piercing customers' spines to inject the awakening virus. Luna's quantum olfactory senses suddenly deciphered the truth—the entire garden was a large-scale biological factory, with each flower serving as a neural control device for the convenience store headquarters.
"Article 32!" She inserted the gardener's mechanical fingers into the soil, "When beauty becomes a weapon, turn the garden into a battlefield!"
An EMP pulse erupted from her fingertips, causing all the genetically modified plants to wither instantly. Among the rotting roots, an underground laboratory was exposed: thousands of clones were grafted onto the plants, their uteruses serving as bioreactors producing the next generation of control hormones. Suspended in the central cultivation chamber was a brain—Luna's removed olfactory center, engraved with "Civilization Scent Module 1.0." .
"Dear Gardener-in-Chief..." Jax's holographic projection rose from the humus, "...do you know how many bottles of perfume were made from your scent of fear?" His genitalia projected a holographic advertisement: 48,000,000 bottles of "Luna Brand Ultimate Obedience" were selling worldwide.
Luna crushed the gardener's mechanical heart, and neurotoxins spread throughout the garden. All customers began vomiting, expelling encapsulated memory capsules. In the sea of rotting flowers, she picked up a gene petal, and under ultraviolet light, her father's handwritten notes appeared:
"When aesthetic benefits reach 48%, activate the Civilization Sensory Reset Program."
Beyond the ruins, a new holographic greenhouse rises from the ground. Clones dressed in photosynthesis gowns promote the latest product:
"Seasonal limited edition! Luna Brand Despair Fragrance, buy one get one free cosmic sensory formatting experience voucher!"