The holographic interface of the Golden City held no warnings, the frantic red alerts that had momentarily spiked across the skyline now dissolving into the usual, serene cyan and gold. Golden Cheese Cookie leaned against her spear, satisfied as the final lines of rogue code, the digital residue of that Burning Spice Cookie, were forcibly purged from the central server for... the second time that day.

"Honestly," she sighed, the sound echoing slightly in the digitally rendered pyramid. She adjusted her visors, tapping a finger against the frame. "Must I remind that persistent glitch every day that this is my architecture? My Light of Abundance doesn't just fund this utopia."