When humanity reached towards the stars they were meant to be explorers, pioneers and scientists. However, history had taken a different course. The only ones who were capable of the colonization of the Solar System had been the big corporations, the rich and wealthy. Movements had sprung out of the exploitation of the masses and soon "rocket theft" and "rouge colonies" became a norm. Charismatic men and women would lead others to form a new society, some went well, others fell into chaos.
Babylon had been one of the more chaotic ones. The city had been founded by a casino magnate who wanted to set up a place of sin. However, he chose the wrong spot. The moon of Occtania soon became a large trading hub, and attracted attention. At first, it had been gang violence, various mafias working to get control of the profitable casino city, then, after decades of violence, the city was sold to various corporations, before it was lost to the Gregorian Empire, human purists.
The Gregorians turned Babylon into a ghetto, where they put all those displaying undesirable behaviour. Babylon soon regained its reputation as a city of sin, attracted many gamblers and criminals. Although much of the city ran itself, the Gregorians still had their Iron Guard patrol it, killing whoever they saw fit, and investigating, or ignoring, any crime. Still, Babylon remained a highly profitable place for the right people, and a true look into the depravity and debauchery of humanity.
Marcus Paulus was one of the men who stalked the streets of Babylon. He was a good six foot four, with well-cut jet black hair, and a menacing eye. His preferred ground were the back alleys and streets upon which he grew up and matured. The red light from the neon signs bouncing off his leather jacket. Women and girls flaunted their wares at him, as his eyes wondered from girl to girl.
He stopped when he saw a younger one, she can't have been more than twenty years old. She was around five foot three, her figure, the perfect hourglass, she was wearing a transparent coat, which held a pink or orange tinge. The coat was undone at the front, her plump flesh contained within bright red underwear. She had dark hair, which cascaded down her shoulders, and framed her wide face. Her skin appeared smooth and tightly fitted, she seemed human, her breathing was slightly irregular, as was the blinking of her long eyelashes, to real for an android to pull off. Marcus approached the girl.
A short man jumped in front of him. He had darker skin, and was old and wrinkled, his eyes dim and grey, whilst his belly threatened to burst from his tattered shirt. He was smoking something, probably something illegal, and had barely any hair.
"You want her, you buy her," he said, in an accent which Marcus could only pick out as 'foreign sounding'.
"How much an hour?" Marcus asked, not unused to these sorts of negotiations, it was not unusual for the street whores to have pimps that would attempt to big them up.
"No, no, no. You buy her, she live with you." The man replied, grinning enthusiastically. "She human, she cook for you, clean for you, do entertainment for you." He elaborated.
"Fine, how much?" Marcus asked, a slave girl. Babylon had all sorts of slaves, but sex slaves were the most prized. The sex slaves were the foundation of a man's harem, one of the great displays of social status in Babylon. Marcus had only recently secured a property, it was large enough to support eight people, and had top-notch android security, he could do with a start to his harem.
"Three-thousand ducat," the Man said, it was a lot. Three thousand ducats for just one girl, Marcus was fairly sure that he could get three for the same price, but she was undeniably beautiful.
"Two-thousand," Marcus replied, wanting a lower price.
"No, two-thousand too low, but I make you special deal. Two-thousand five-hundred ducat, plus first pick of my next girls." The man replied, Marcus paused, if he could be supplied with girls as beautiful as this then the offer was worth it, even if he didn't want them he might be able to sell them on for a higher price. Marcus pulled his sleeve up to reveal his tech implant.
"Two-thousand five-hundred," Marcus agreed, the Man scanned his card on Marcus' implant, exchanging the deed for the girl. He then handed Marcus the card.
"My contact details, you call me when you want new girl." The man said. Marcus walked up to the girl, and gestured that she follow him. She did, staying close to him, knowing that even though Marcus was armed that rapists or snatchers could grab her, stealing her from her new master. They soon reached Marcus' property, a small concrete compound in the habitation district, the walls electrified and lined with drones, and once they entered, the three android soldiers saluted Marcus, as their programming dictated. Marcus led the girl to his bed, she removed her coat as he took off his leather jacket.
"What's your name?" Marcus asked, as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his well-muscled flesh, the rippled with anticipation.
"Amelia," the girl replied, standing still, a little unsure of what to do.
"How old are you, Amelia?"
"Nineteen,"
