You're Still Walking Around All Rebellious. (like you haven't been played and displayed like a lackey bitch)

Steelbeeps knew that something was wrong.
She started typing:
"You say I'm a cunt but what you are, which is a spineless coward, is much worse."
She pressed the send button as the message went to every journo in the UK Economic Zone.
She had changed the code on the door to the bunker and knew that she had less than a couple of hours to prepare herself for the upcoming shitstorm. 
She would only need thirty minutes; tops.
In her dry store there were three huge barrels of black powder that she had painstakingly scooped out of a shipment of fireworks destined for the Sandoz Christmas party the year before.
Each barrel was wired up to the mains and she would just have to attach a timer box for when the time came then everything here would go BOOM!, obviously.
She set the timer box connecting all three barrels and kept a close eye on her external camera positioned just outside the front entrance to the bunker.
Steelbeeps had decided already that she would be reincarnated in the Jungle on her terms.
She had prepared a program for her Multiplier Console and she intended to be reborn on the other side as fifteen different animals who would all share the same conscious mind.
Her mind.
She strapped herself into her customized console and made sure that she was connected to the Bardo Airlines app by Starlink:
Her transport into the Jungle.
She could see the ratfucks on screen busily trying to gnaw their way into her cage. The code that they had managed to get out of Diversity wasn't working "fucking retards." snorted Steelbeeps as she set her controls for the heart of the sun.
"Death Before Dishonour!" were her last words on Planet Earth as her entire body went stiff and she started having spasms and convulsions as a white froth gathered at both sides of her mouth. Her consciousness had now escaped from its meat prison and was sent speeding through space and time to connect with the Starlink and Bardo Airlines app, set apart from the physical world. After a short journey through an expanding black tube that revealed to Steelbeeps the highlights of her very short life like a movie. She now entered the Jungle's atmosphere as a fireball before separating into fifteen glowing red objects that moved as one. The fifteen glowing balls hit the high branches of the Jungle world below. 
This vivid green expanse stretched over the horizon towards infinity.
As Mr 6 and T9 found a way into the bunker with a remote code provider and an explosive peg hammered into the manual lock of the concrete fortress they looked and saw the child's lifeless body connected up to the headset and the Multiplier Console.
It was now at this very moment that 6 instinctively sensed that there was something badly wrong here, as he looked at T9 and their eyes locked together for the last time, before a series of massive explosions ripped through the unmoving solid walls of this death prison and the entire concrete bunker was consumed by flames.

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