Prison Guard with Supernatural Abilities

Devouring the Silicon Prophet cost Lin his left eye—now permanently QR-coded. When summoned to Sublevel 51, the elevator opened to M1 Abrams tank engines growling.

In the Pentagon's black site lab, thirty mechanical revenants tested prototype weapons. WWII soldiers' corpses became war machines with Eisenhower's speech chips in their spines and uranium cores pulsating. The colonel removed his beret, revealing a bullet-riddled steel skull: "Heard you killed Wall Street pussies? Try real American grit."

Darkness swallowed the lab. Infrared scans showed revenants activating combat mode, night-vision scopes painting red crosshairs.

[War Memories Materialized]

[Ultimate Devour Mode Unlocked: Hot Cold War]

The colonel's arm morphed into Patriot missile launcher: "Know why we're in Area 51?" The barrel charged. "Deep enough to bury Manhattan Project witnesses—"

Lin ripped open his uniform, blockchain tattoos from Wall Street devouring morphing into Bitcoin-miner drones. "Know what's deeper?" He leapt onto consoles during explosions, funneling Pentagon data streams into his system. "The 'nuke' dropped on Hiroshima?"

Revenants froze. The colonel glitched: "Impossible...source..."

"From your creators' memories." Lin jacked into mainframe, Hot Cold War mode igniting. "Now taste your own medicine."