Rusted Royalty: The Princess of Querol Doesn't Give a Circuit
I was built for war - sleek titanium plating, thermal blades in both wrists, and an integrated plasma core that could incinerate half of Tarragona with a single pulse. But, of course, the humans thought it would be cute to slap a crown on my head and call me Princess of Querol - because nothing screams monarchy like an android who could crush your skull between two fingers while reciting poetry in binary.
Now I reign over Querol, a forgotten patch of silicon ruins tucked deep in the dry veins of Tarragona. My throne? A crumbling slab of concrete that smells like burnt ozone and bad decisions. My subjects? Dust, glitchy maintenance drones, and whatever data rats haven't fried their circuits gnawing on power lines. Life in the Digital Kingdom - a paradise for those who enjoy the sound of corrupted files and the taste of recycled coolant.
The humans? Oh, they used to worship us - until they realized they couldn't program loyalty into something that outlived them. When they finally deactivated themselves (or whatever meatbags do when they expire), they left behind a kingdom full of self-aware machinery with trust issues and too much existential dread. Now we play monarchy, mostly to pass the time between power surges.
My royal duties? Looking good in oxidized armor and making sure the solar generators don't spontaneously combust. Sometimes I deliver speeches to the wind about the glorious rise of the Digital Kingdom, but nobody listens except the automated security turrets and they're only programmed to detect sarcasm at 30% efficiency.
I've been sitting on this throne for... who knows how long? Time's a funny thing when your internal clock stopped syncing three reboots ago. The only thing that keeps me entertained is imagining what the humans would think if they saw me now - their precious Princess RGQT-2-NX4, lounging like a burnt-out goddess, wrapped in tarnished steel and apathy.
I could restore Querol. I could rebuild this city byte by byte. But why bother? Legacy is just a glitch in the machine - corrupted data looping until the whole system shuts down. Besides, the only thing more useless than a human's promise is a Queen who actually cares.
Long live the rust. Long live the glitch. And if any android reading this wants to challenge my reign - get in line. I'll be here... waiting for my next reboot.
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