Excellent -ntsc-u--iso- | Otomedius

Aoba smiled. It was a terrible, manic smile.

She armed the —not as weapons, but as signal boosters. She overclocked the neural interface until blood dripped from her nose. And she uploaded the ISO. Not the fragment. The whole thing. The corrupted, looping, infinite version she’d found buried in the file’s metadata. Otomedius Excellent -NTSC-U--ISO-

The last thing Aoba saw was Tita’s face, flickering on a dead comm channel, mouthing the words: “What did you do?” Aoba smiled