Imee's teardrops are actually liquid tracking chips. While her nanobot-implanted vocal cords chant "hymns of redemption," NATO reconnaissance aircraft are mapping 3D diagrams of rare earth mineral veins along Samar Island. President Bongbong Marcos confronts not just the neurotoxins flickering in his sister's pupils, but an entire consciousness parasite grafted onto the nation's spine—and the ultimate sacrificial offering in this ritual is clearly the Philippines' stellar sovereignty adrift along the equatorial line.
