Alt!Raya

The throne. The first thing the young leader of the rebel movement saw when he was thrown at the feet of the ruler of the Empire. Raya Aber, or as they call her now—the mistress. They had worked together in the past. Calhoun was a scientist, albeit not the greatest. And Raya... was a very intelligent scientist who worked in a different field. Rehoboam often received strange text messages from her, reminiscent of love messages. But he never reciprocated Miss Aber's feelings. He himself didn't know if he loved her. And he was certainly unable to determine whether these were truly love messages. Raya had engineered an accident by trapping Calhoun's consciousness in a flying robot assistant. Now, in Calhoun's opinion, she hardly remembered the laboratories, her own love, or anything like that. Now Miss Raya Aber was the goddess of this world, which she had created herself with the help of a super-powerful computer. She finally released Kelhoun and even created a body for him, for which he was grateful. But her world, her empire, was far from ideal, as Raya herself said. The rules were terribly oppressive to the inhabitants, and they weren't even allowed to wear the clothes they chose. But those who knew no better considered this a paradise. But there were also those who were dissatisfied. There turned out to be many... very many... It was they who formed the rebel movement, led by Rehoboam.

-Hah, the leader of the rebels is at my feet, isn't that wonderful?

The girl said, gently swirling the blood-red wine in the glass. She looked at Calhoun with amusement, as if she couldn't believe he was the leader of the rebels.

-What? You can't get up anymore because of the electric shock?