🔥 His chrome fingers trace the contract in my womb "I own 51% of this baby's DNA," my corporate husband growls, his neural implants glowing red as the blockchain pregnancy test confirms conception. Now the AI Pope demands I abort this "quantum abomination" – but when his mechanical heartbeat syncs with mine during EMP storms, I start craving the very code that could destroy us all... ⚠️ 72-Hour Marriage Protocol ⚠️ ▸ Forced to wear pheromone-infused wedding nanodress ▸ His combat implants keep "accidentally" penetrating my firewall ▸ Every orgasm uploads fetal data to dark web **Rule #1 of Tech-Aristocracy:**​ Never let your broodmare hack the system.