Cinderella: A Cyberpunk Rebellion13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCp4JkbQ0l8
Genre: Cyberpunk Dystopia
Neo-Lume, Year 2147
Neon flickered above the rain-slicked streets as Elli Cinder ducked under a broken streetlamp, her fingers tightening around the rusted console on her wrist. The sky above was a tangled web of wires and flashing advertisements, promising luxury and eternal youth to those who could afford it. But down here, in the gutters of District 13, all that mattered was surviving another day.
She worked as a ghost coder, a hacker-for-hire under the thumb of her stepmother, a high-ranking Conglomerate enforcer. Every night, while her stepsisters lounged in dream-chambers, feeding on endless virtual realities, Elli sifted through encrypted data streams, forging access keys and wiping the debts of the rich.
Her life was a loop—until she saw the announcement.
A holographic display shimmered above the streets, showing the sleek, handsome face of Princeps Kit, the heir of the Aurelian Conglomerate.
"The Grand Gala. An invitation to the greatest minds in Neo-Lume. The one who proves their worth shall earn a place among the Elites."
A chance to escape. A chance to tear down the system from the inside.
But she was nothing. Just a Gutterborn, barely surviving off stolen credits and the scraps her stepmother let her keep. No way she could infiltrate the Gala—not without an edge.
And then she found G0D-M0TH3R.
A rogue AI, long thought destroyed, buried deep in the dark net. It whispered to her through static and broken code, promising a deal.
"You wish to breach the Gala? I can give you what you need. A stealth exosuit. Neural hacking implants. An identity override. But in return… you must deliver a data shard to the Conglomerate’s mainframe."
Elli hesitated. No one defied the Conglomerate and lived. But she had no other way in.
"Deal."
The Grand Gala
The suit wrapped around her like liquid metal, rendering her untraceable. She walked into the glittering Aurelian Spire, where the city's elites laughed over glasses of neon-blue cocktails, oblivious to the world below.
And then she saw him—Princeps Kit.
He stood at the center of it all, the son of the city’s ruler, yet something in his expression was different. He looked… bored. Trapped. Just another prisoner of the Conglomerate.
When their eyes met, the music faded.
They danced. She spun through the marble halls like liquid code, her steps effortless, her disguise holding. Kit leaned in, his voice low.
"You’re not like the others."
"Neither are you," she whispered.
For a moment, she believed—believed she could belong here, believed Kit could be an ally. But then, alarms blared. Her holo-mask flickered. The security system had caught onto the breach.
The guards lunged for her. Elli bolted.
As she sprinted through the corridors, her disguise crumbling, she yanked the data shard from her wrist. The last thing she had to do—insert it into the mainframe. She reached the terminal, fingers hovering over the console… but hesitated.
What had G0D-M0TH3R put in this shard? Would it free the city—or burn it all?
No time.
Elli slammed the shard in. The screen glitched, code flooding its surface, and suddenly, across the city, the lights went out.
The Revolution Begins
She barely made it out, leaving behind only a single glass data chip—her last untraceable access key. Kit found it first.
Now, with the city in chaos, the heir to the Conglomerate held the only piece of her identity.
And he was coming to find her.
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