Strait from the Sales Block
#1 of Lives for Sale
Hopefully this will conmtinue to grow. At this point I see a few stand alone stories, but certainly a few multi part arcs. Any comments and critisism are appreciated and I appollogise in advance for spelling errors and grammer.
'Take your pick! Any sex, any age! We have it all! If I'm lying my hat is ten feet tall! Welcome to Absu's & Masters! Pioneers of the genetic tech horizon. Ma'am what does your husband do?'
The woman, she looked young but could easily be in her sixties smiled, her pearly veneers would never tarnish and she would pay to remove any creases from an indulgence like a smile. 'He's privet counsel to the Prime Minister of the Great Britain.' She said loud enough for everyone around to hear.
'A fine trade I say! How would you like him to get you a nice, lush mink coat?' The crier was a blast from a bygone era, handle bar mustache, boots to his knees and top hat and a gaudy green tailcoat, a ring master who called to the desires of the bored and wealthy.
'Why, I have several.'
'I imagine you do, I imagine you do. BUT! We offer pelts of the highest quality, none would compare! Mink? We have tiger and bear pelts that are just as lush and sultry, in fact, all of our engineered pelts vastly outclass any naturally occurring pelt, guaranteed! Gentlemen, if you ride racers consider that natural cowhide cannot withstand friction if you crash at 402 kph,' He expertly waited a moment for his clientele to absorb the figure. 'Said jacket wouldn't last 3 meters in a skid! You'll not be seen wearing synthetics I imagine?' The crowd roared with laughter at the thought. 'Consider our boars hide! Near impervious to such friction, our armadillo, would save your bones from breaking not to mention our lion which would not only get you bachelors any wandering lady, but it lighter, breathable and yet more weather resistant than any naturally occurring animal hide.'
'There a catch?' A voice, Irish in tone, from the back called.
The Ring Master grinned. 'Catch? No, my good sir, no catch. You have all received privet invitations, and under confidence you where brought here. You have exclusive first grabs at an even more exclusive product.' He no longer spoke bombastically, but everyone heard him just fine, they where hushed with anticipation. 'Genetically viable anthromophics.'
If anyone took a breath, it was a silent one. Gene splicing was popular among young and more middle class social circles. Rebellious youth who acted out against strict parenting or simply to stand out. Animal traits ingrained into their DNA. But genetically viable anthromophes where just being theorized and by a scarce amount of under funded geneticist, granted there was a market, but most science where being developed for the hyper wealthy classes that had cropped up in the last 100 years. Here stood politicians, militants, lawyers, crime lords, celebrities and corporate executives, too much money and not enough to buy it seemed in their minds. He was a chance to finally gain a unique experience.
'So they are human?' Asked a young blonde. Who was probably as intelligent as the chemical used to color her hair.
'The first generation might have been, but now, they are far, far from human. Lovely ladies, distinguished gentlemen, please follow your ushers.
In bright sterile light the guests walked through clear tubes, to either side of them was a gallery, for the first segment, it was an expansive laboratory. Centrifuges with a myriad of samples spun, screens displayed graphs and charts and the largest centers of activity revolved around holograph projectors.
'What are they doing?'
The ring master was on a conveyor just ahead of the ushers. 'Preparing the rarest of indulgences to the richest and most powerful people. You don't really need to know anything beyond that we are striving with providing you with the finest and rarest product available. Moving on.'
The conveyor sped up, almost unnoticeably, the sterile white laboratory walls gave way to stark concrete. Like a prison, rows and tiers of cells and pens held prisoners and captives.
'Where did you get them all?' Asked a dark, possibly Bolivian, man dressed in a grey suit, large sunglasses and a sneer that was almost as offensive as the oil in his hair.
'Prison.' Answered the ring master, matter of factly.
'From Ferrium Corporation? Those dirty mercenaries...' He began, but was confused when the permanent grin of the ring master grew a noticeable fraction. 'You are going to owe them a lot more then what you paid up front. I sell drugs, but even I'm not as dirty as them.'
'Haha, jefe, we are Ferrium Corp. We own the Ferrium Divisions, we own Ferrium Armor and we own all prisoners of Ferrium Citadel
'What else do you own?'
'Everything but your souls.'
There where squeals from a few of the ladies and the Bolivian started to thrust out his chest.
'Is this some kind of sick joke, cabron? You think it's funny?'
'I did. My apologies. I try to keep it light hearted, but I have a streak for... Dark humor.'
There was a collective sigh from a large quantity of the guest. The Bolivian was snarling still, he had a short temper and it was more the obvious.
'The world's prisoners,' Continued the ring master. 'Put to good use. The fact that there where so many of them allowed us to perfect the process in 20 years, since we didn't have to lament on,' The ring master cocked his head and said seemed to relish how he proceeded. 'The raw materials. I won't go into specifics, as it is largely uninteresting and even more so, unimportant.'
A third gallery came into view, this one was more like a theater, comfortable seating and a large dais raised in the middle.
'Absu & Masters will be auctioning the first ten anthros tonight. Just ten.' While the ringmaster had maintained a semblance of whimsy with his persona, he now crossed the line into sinister. 'We have various packages that could come along with them such as a venue to hunt them, but the specifics can come later.' Now, we was nearly screaming with psychotic enthusiasm 'I hope you are ready to thumb some real credit tonight folks!'