Cyber- tinted vapors veil the monumental, ovoid constructs of an electrified habitation chamber aglow with lurid, unnatural spectra. Therein, a nanite- clad survivor's gaze betrays untold tales of vice and obsolescence- fathomless pits stare back through sunken tributaries carving down her replicant facade. BREAK Neon hues blaze through a cavernous, misty loft, where brooding atmospherics swirl amid towering, rounded megastructures. A world- weary synthesis of woman and machine regards us through cyborgian eyes- battle- hardened but unbroken, clad in sleek, cyberkinetic underwear and chromed footgear. BREAK In this ultra- vivid oblivion, kaleidoscopic luminescence leaks from the vaulted, vapor- laced chamber's curvaceous, dominating archforms. A jaded veteran of future wars, half- woman/half- automaton, fixes us with a haunted, yet defiant, gaze through retinal implants that have witnessed the abyss. BREAK Radiance pierces the gloaming of a vaulted, atmospheric habitat, where amorphous, cyclopean constructs loom through hallucinatory wafts. Within this sybaritic refuge, a disillusioned mercenary, augmented with cyberpunk accoutrements, trains her scarred, hollow stare upon us through slitted, bioluminescent eyes. BREAK 40 year old spice addict sci- fi woman looking into camera, weary expression, tired face, nano bikini, wearing tekkno boots, cyborg prosthesis, realistic skin, futuristic tattoos