The surface was a wasteland of Imulsion scarring. The silo door was pried open, not with tools, but with something that had claws. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of ozone and old blood. Servers—real, military-grade servers—hummed in the dark, their cooling fans rattling.
"Upload complete," the datapad chirped.
He tapped the pad. On the main screen, the installer launched. But it wasn't installing a game. It was booting a kernel. A map of the old COG network bloomed across the monitors. Red dots. Lots of them. Hidden backups. Classified AI cores. Genetic databases. Gears of War PC Game -RePack-
Sector raised her Lancer. The chainsaw roared to life. The real download had just begun. The surface was a wasteland of Imulsion scarring