I Woke Up Trapped Inside A Rotting Emperor. The Throne Is A Machine Of Nightmares | Sci-Fi Story
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A common citizen from the outer empire wakes in the Emperor’s throne-body during a public audience, staring through jeweled optics at kneeling courtiers while his new hands lie heavy on the armrests: decayed, imperial, and threaded with cybernetics. The body is not merely a symbol of rule but the empire’s central control apparatus, a rotting sovereign corpse fused to a throne that can inhabit cloned Proxies across conquered space. The true Emperor has died without an heir, but the automated system refuses to recognize an empty throne, so it begins snatching…
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