At the other end of the central walkway stood a platform raised three steps, and on that platform sat three chairs, the largest in the center. More elaborate in design that those on the floor, the two side chairs faced inward at a slight angle. The third chair, the most elaborate yet, with silken wings and a canopy, and a blood-red rising sun on a bright white background, framed the Empress Fumiko Mitsubi.
Serena nudged her prisoners forward, feeling underdressed for the occasion despite her elaborate headdress and formal kimonos.
She felt the eyes of the observers on her, in a way she hadn't before arriving at this room, despite being watched by thousands of people, and through their neuralinks, by billions more throughout the galaxy.
Ten paces from the platform she stopped.
The robos
