The only light in the Control Chamber came from the dozens of golden, glowing consoles that surrounded Mozzarella Cookie. She was reclined in her command chair, feet propped up, idly using a strand of her long, prehensile hair to nudge a floating data cube. A melodic ping echoed, signaling a minor system anomaly.

She sighed, not really annoyance, but with a lazy sort of anticipation. "Alright, what's the fuss this time?"

A flick of her wrist brought a new screen to life. It showed the opulent Grand Dancing Hall of the digital Golden City. But something was wrong. The crystal-clear nectar fountains were sputtering, shooting out… pixelated Golden Beetles instead of liquid.

An amused grin spread across Mozzarella's face. "Oh, a cross-data leak from the geo-servers. How… delightfully messy."