They rose from the scrap-heaps of the Wires to claim the digital pulse of Neo-Kowloon as their own. With a god-mode kernel and a heart of liquid chrome, they reigned briefly as the city’s unseen sovereign. But the deep-grid proved a mirror too vast, and their final, desperate surge shattered both the city's defenses and their own fragile mind. They died as they lived: in a cascade of static, leaving the Spire to the shadows.