I Rule A Galactic Empire. My Throne Is A Machine Of Horrors | Sci-Fi
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The Emperor believes he rules a thousand suns from a radiant throne, issuing decrees to admirals, governors, and fleets that span the empire. Then his Grand Fleet flickers during a victory address, and the warships vanish into rows of dead monitor screens. A ceremonial mirror glitches soon after, showing his throne as it truly is: not a seat of conquest, but a rusted medical cradle with nutrient tubes, bone clamps, and severed limb-stumps hidden beneath imperial robes. When the golden armrest opens by mistake, he sees a wet recycling chamber rendering pieces of…
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