Disclaimer: while the characters contained therein are based on real characters, it is simply for the reader's benefit for visualizing the story, and is in no way supposed to be a recount of actual actions performed by said characters.
Women hold all positions of leadership within the city, a landscape dominated by nanomachines, AI, and genetic modification.
Men have been regulated solely to the working class on the social hierarchy. Nanomachines and other genetic modifications have given the women with financial means the ability to perform the same sexual capacity.
The city is run by two rival corporations: Sianok and Operax. Bloodshed and sexual debauchery is rampant as these corporations vie for power and sexual conquest.
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The armored hovercraft came to a smooth but abrupt stop outside the Sianok Tower. A faint trill could be heard as two drones detached from the top of vehicle and began to patrol slightly overhead.
"Ms. Kravitz, are you ready to depart?" asked the IX-9 bodyguard android in its fashionably robotic tone. It was a hulking piece of equipment, standing at around seven feet in height and equipped with various methods of neutralization. Weapons--mostly weapons.
Zoe was looking out the heavily tinted and armored window. She looked absent minded to the android, its advanced sensors picking up on her lack of attention towards it. "Yes, I am," she said finally.
The IX-9 stepped out first into the street. The sky was Seattle grey. Mist and smog choked out the morning light.
The Sianok Tower pierced the veil of mist, standing imposingly in front of them. At one hundred and fifty stories in height, it cut an impressive swathe through the the morning gloom. While predominantly glass in the front of the building, it was nano-modded tempered glass, giving it the resilience of reinforced steel. Tungsten beams ran throughout the tower. Drones, auto-turrets, a small army of androids, and expensive shield generators rounded out the HQ's formidable defenses.
IX-9 pulled the heavy ramp out and set it down onto the pavement with a resounding clank.
Zoe stepped down onto the ramp, her heeled boots thudding as she walked. She wore a skintight black tunic that was festooned with various embroidery and subtle neon lighting. Zoe always opted for practical, rather than fashionable, attire.
Two additional IX-7s met them as they walked. Older models but still formidable.
Her vehicles two shield drones moved into position, flanking the foursome until they walked into the foyer and providing additional shielding.
Operax snipers hoping to pick off high-profile Sianok targets were the rules these days rather than the exception.
The ground-entrance foyer teemed with activity. Secretaries, assistants, security androids, vendors, and the like gave the large, open space a hive-like quality.
When it came to humans, HQ employed solely attractive females, and was unabashed in doing so.
Demi Rose stood to the left of the main entrance in the Assistant Staging Area. She was always punctual. Ms. Kravitz never arrived before nine AM, but Demi never arrived after eight for fear of not being available to attend to her boss' needs. The vetting and on-boarding process was stringent enough, but actually performing the job weeded out potential candidates even further. She shivered when she remembered that, just two days ago, a candidate who by all accounts was highly qualified was escorted out for not having optimized her boss' schedule that day.
Demi checked all the boxes and was three weeks into the job. She was beautiful, competent, punctual, and ruthless in her servitude. And this was expected, as unlike some of the women standing around her, she worked direcly for a Sianok Council member, not some desperate middle management bitch.
Demi straighten her posture and drew her shoulders back, readjusting her tablet nestled in the crook of her left elbow. She was wearing a black bodycon dress with a plunging neckline. The dress accentuated her large breasts and wide hips excellently. Zoe seemed to appreciate it, too.
Zoe was walking at a quick pace, and Demi walked briskly to meet, getting in-step with her as they walked side-by-side towards the elevators.
"Good morning, Ms. Kravitz. I have your itinerary ready if you would li--," Demi began.
Zoe smiled, cutting her off. "Of course you do, dear, but that won't be necessary today."
The two women made it to the elevator, where a elevator android brushed them inside and programmed their desired floor into the keypad.
The elevator hummed quietly as the pair ascended. Zoe didn't say a word inside, and so neither did Demi. She knew better than to speak unless spoken to in these situations.
Movement slowed to complete stop. A robotic voice announced the floor number and they exited through the opening doors.
This was Zoe's private floor. It afforded her every necessity and luxury as required by her position as Chief Information Security Officer at Sianok. Pool, gym, reading room, computer lab, cold plunge, sauna, bathroom, bedroom, and a "living room" for entertaining guests and informal meetings. For an extremely modern building, the furnishings were intentionally old-fashioned, seeking to emulate a more retro atmosphere.
The floor was maintained entirely by her own personally selected androids operating on their own private network. This allowed her full control and privacy of all activity under her purview.
"Demi, come with me to the living room. I believe drinks are in order," said Zoe, breaking the silence without preamble as they walked.
Demi was slightly puzzled and it was evidenced in her voice. "Of course, Ms. Kravitz. Are we celebrating something?"
Zoe looked and made eye contact as they walked. "Our future, dear."
She pushed open the antique double doors leading to the living room. It was decorated to look like wood cabin den with wood paneling, taxidermied heads on the wall, and an electric fireplace. Two couches faced the fireplace with a large bearskin rug between them. A large desk with multiple monitors, book shelves filled to capacity, and bar completed the sizable but cozy den.
"Champagne?" Zoe asked her casually. The sound of a cork popping quickly followed.
"Ms. Kravitz! Please! Allow me!" Demi said with a hint of panic as she rushed over.
