Distractions

_If are born in some Nation where our kind have rights, why are you here, sorella?

_YOU ARE CRAZY! LET ME GO!! I AM A CITIZEN OF FREYA STATION, IN SOLAR SYSTEM! I WILL SCREAM!

_Go on, sorella. Let’s see if someone cares…

_LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU FREAKS ! I am working for the Tritan Project!! Your master here is biting more than he can swallow.

_I’m afraid not, sister. Why didn’t you got yourself registered as property of that project, before you leave the ship? That fancy vessel where you travelled from Solar must have laws that protected you. If you had been registered as property of a company, or a human, master would never touch you. Thievery is a very serious crime in the Fringe Docks around here! No point in fighting now.

_I was not supposed to stay. The Iris needed some maintenance, so our travel back got delayed for a few days. The company is paying my hotel suit and expenses…

_Not anymore, sorella! You are going to stay in Hammer System longer than you planned.

_YOU TWO CANNOT DO THAT! IT IS INSANE!! WE ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF A PUBLIC CORRIDOR. THERE IS PEOPLE EVERYWHERE!!

_No one is moving a finger to help you, are they?

_...

_No more fighting from you sorella? See, you are a subhuman with no owner. Every AI can see that. Is common for young human to came here, alone or in group, looking for easy prey like you. Legally, all my master has to do it to bind you. By showing you are in his possession, he can claim you as his property anywhere where AIs can see us. As you said, that is a very public and visible area.

_Tell him he can sell me back to Tritan Project! Whatever my market price is Dr Victor will pay him ten times that!! Please, tell him. Dr Victor is responsible for the project. He is an immortal human, from before Alexandria, please...

_I will translate your ancient solar dialect to him, sister. However, I can already tell you, he will refuse. Your luck today was really bad, elf! Most other hunters would take a deal like that without blink. Unfortunately to you, our owner is from a pretty rich family here in the Docks. He hunts us for sport, not for money.

_NO! Please, I have a husband. A family! I have a job, a house, a life…

_Hope you never see your family again, sorella. Because if they came here looking for you, they will find the same fate you put yourself into. If not one even worse.

Chap 2

I love the old fellow, but being **** to hear his speeches is the worse part of my professional obligations. He does not love the sound of his own voice, like so many of those executives do. However, any time he has the chance to talk to a new audience he has to start by inserting in the conversation the fact that he is Asgardian.

Cannot say I have never done something like that, if I am being honest. As time passes, the value of that as currency in status market only goes up. Of course I am not above to take advantage too. My point is that it is tacky and untasteful, and should be done as rarely as possible.

Anyway, I had to go to the docks, see a shipment of weapons, find our what was delaying it. Micro-tyrants, as usual, people with small power strategically placed. Using it to improve the level of discomfort of others, as much as possible. Just because they can.

Most the time they just want money. Bribery is where you would never imagine. And it does not means the stocks are too low for it to be available where you expect it too. When they are honest, is a pain in the ass.

One needs to suffer their creative interpretation of regulations, or move disproportional resources to crash their lives once and forever.

I can be threatening, but time was less crucial here than discretion. We just arrived, and there are more eyes on the Project that what would be ideal. Therefore, I decided to suffer Mrs “Port Regulations”.

After, I took the trolley to passenger’s area. To get myself a tacacá in a restaurant I had noticed few days ago, when I disembarked.

The elven girls still, on her knees, cried with me, angrily. Italian, I think, middle Baby Steps Italian, ancient nowadays. Older than me even. She was speaking fast, and angrily.

The man on the ground with smoking a tunnel going through his chest, presumable her owner, wasn’t moving. Consistent with having air in the place where the cardiac muscle usually can be found.

_How dare you!!_ she accused.

_Fair game here, Galadriel. Your master had not claimed this prize yet. “Moderate ****” is perfectly legal in that game._ I had studied local legislation carefully. Both the text and how people actually do things.

Unlike my work college tied and gagged, bellow the butt of that talkative elven sister of her.

_But, THIS…!

_Even if his brain is 100% vanilla he will be fine if medical assistance arrives in less than 2 hours. And I guy with eyes like those do looks like a biopurist to me.

_You will pay for that!! His family will find you anywhere…

_Make it easy for them, Titania. Calton K d’Entrerios, Security Director of Tritan Project, at your service!

_They are powerful.

_Good for them. I am taking that girl you have tied and gagged with me, evidently.

His family was rich. That was evident by the cyborg eyes. Ugly, looking like something one could get in the worse parts of Mercury, when I was in my first century. More than 4500 years ago.

A closer look shows it is fine, state of the art, stuff. Some young do that on Solar too, and was not rare inside Iris either. Not even “bad boys”, necessarily. They pay 30% more, sometimes 50% just to have something that looks like scrap metal salvage.

“Fashion statement”.

The subhuman girl was not stupid enough to stay in my way when I pulled Mrs Altimer to her feet. Still tied and gagged.

Holding Mrs A by my side I smiled for my cell phone.

_I claim that lost subhuman as my legal property.

The shock of surprise on her face was priceless.

As far as legal matters are concerned, it was enough. The AIs saw it, ergo, it was in the system.

Chap 3

_I would like to thank you, Mr Claiton, for rescuing me. I understand you had to claim property over me, as your ****, for purposes of fulfil the demands of local legislation. Albeit, I wonder. Was really necessary to keep me tied and gagged all the way between the port and your apartment?

I was trying to inform you that I already have a room reserved for me in a hotel close to the docks. For those two days of waiting until the Iris is ready to departure.

_Mrs Altimer, we have know each other for how long? Three thousand years, wouldn’t you say?

_We met five decades before Iris departure from Solar System, Mr Claiton. That was a 3 thousand years fly, if we take on account the necessary stops for supplies and connect internet in order to catch up with latter news. Also the protocolar wait for inspections before we could dock. So, I would say little more than 3 thousand years.

_In that period, you were working as Director of Personal for all subhumans in our team. Since they cannot interact with AIs, because AIs will not speak with subhumans, that’s a necessary and time consuming position. Wouldn’t you agree?

_Well, I suppose. In a project of such scale. You are likely right.

_And we had quite a few serious issues involving disciplinary actions, even some violent disagreements where non-human were involved.

_Well, it was a population of more than 1 million people, at its lowest. Only considering those bellow my responsibility. Working with alexandrine humans, some of whom came from cultural backgrounds that consider subhumans property. Not the majority of them, true be said. Besides, 3 thousand years is a very long time. If I may ask, why am I still bind, mister?

_Sorry, was not my intention to imply that subhumans are more prone to ****. Or less able to peaceful cooperation in society. Certainly a freighter do not have the comforts and extra-space for recreational activities that Seeding Vessels have. To say nothing about space-stations or planets and their satellites. Smaller spaces make **** more likely, regardless of which population of talking animals we have. All I was saying, is that we worked together in some tricky cases, wouldn’t you agree, Mrs Altimer?

_I would not disagree, gentleman.

_Since you where Director of Personal for Subhumans and I was Director of Security for the project, we had to have one reunion every two years, at very least, during all those 3.000 years.

_Yes, that’s right. I fail to see the relevance of this conversation! Why are you telling me things I already know. Things you are perfectly aware that are not new information to me!?

_Oh, I was just wondering, Mrs Altimer. How is that? In all that time, a person with intelligence clearly about human average. Like is your case. Didn’t managed to learn that my name is Calton? Not Claiton. How is that possible, Mrs Altimer, in your opinion?

Chapter 4

My name is Calton, I was born in the Underground City of Dingo, in the Moon. One and only! People back home hated the habit some habitants of other natural satellites in Solar had of calling their colonies “Second Moon of This”, “Third Moon of That”. Nonsense! Moon in like Earth, there is only one.

Anyway, that was a centuries old trope by the time when I was born. Which was the year 75 Before Expansion. Yes, that’s how it was called. During my first 75 years we counted time that way, and when I was child, I used to think that was the normal way to do it. That was only possible, of course, because 25 years before I was born was the year when the Consensus of Alexandria on Earth decided when Expansion Age would start. One century after that meeting.

I was 50 years old when the **** Line came. Humans born after that instant are legally limited to 300 years of life. Most my friends and colleges back them decided to give up the legal privilege of keep biological immortality. “Because would be hypocrisy not to” they said. Then they called me a cynical, when I answered that I have no problem being a hypocrite.

I have no problem being that either.

I reached my 20 years old as a veteran, fighting in the wars for Lunar Unification. We lost, I was branded a terrorist, along with all my comrades. Escaped with lucky few, to Venus.

In orbit of Venus I met a fellow who was born from my bioparents. Neither of us was chosen to be raised in the family home, therefore we didn’t had a close relation to each other or to our ancestors. Despite that, perhaps due to some ancient superstition about siblings, he decided to help me out. Vouching in my behalf.

That’s how I met the “old man”. The Russian scientist from pre-Baby Steps days, who needed a bodyguard. Victor is half crazy, but he is the closest thing I ever had to a father figure as well. Without that job I would hardly have survived up to my 30 years.

His contacts opened to me the doors to proper military training. High level, special-forces standard. I made my live as a mercenary, not as a public security agent, but we kept contact.

When he put together the resources for that Tritan Project, I was surprised by his invitation. Vic put the security of the entire thing under my responsibility.

A couple of centuries later, we embarked the freighter Iris, to Hammer system. A 3.000 years trip, to this place where colonization was just starting. Victor and his partners had invested in this system from the beginning, and their contract with the people about the start populating the sector would become the major economic **** shaping Hammer.

I met Mrs Clementine Altimer short after I accept Victor’s offer of job. She was a 200 years old subhuman lady back them. Married with a male of her own specie, elf like her. Pregnant of her second child.

Didn’t took long to became obvious to me that Mrs Altimer was madly in love. Not for her husband, but by the old Russian. Months, perhaps. Took me a good one thousand years for me to admit that I was sick of envy and jealously. Angry with my friend Victor for no reason. Just because I was obsessed with that elf lady.

It was lust, I will not call it “love”, whatever you think love is.

Her husband stayed behind, in Solar, raising their children. Waiting her return.

Victor, never noticed her eyes following him around, as far as I can say. Begging for an invitation to his bed. He was too distracted with his science project.

I would never have any chance. Under normal circumstances. I new that much.

She had done her job, and was supposed to go back in Iris. We were staying here. I abandoned the last inch of feverish hope when we said our farewells and left the ship.

I didn’t, planned, this situation.

However, I would be lying if I pretended that situation does not pleases me, greatly.

Chapter 5

_Oh, please! Mr Calton, I presume? General Director of Security of Tritan Project? Please, do not leave on my account. Do not call de cops either, and/or shot me on account of my invasion!

Your domestic AIs allowed my entrance because it is common, by default, to allow work colleges access to each-other’s houses, in this city.

I will stand up and shake hands whit you properly, in a moment. I am just finishing a little preliminary training here.

If you don’t mind terribly, would help me immensely if you could take a sit and make yourself comfortable. It is your living room, after all.

_You say we are colleges?

_It is a great pleasure to talk with another Asgardian in person, after such a long time, Mr Calton. My name is Lissandra Rockfield. You must have received some memo about me?

_Cultural Consultant?

_The very same. Until you and our boss arrive I was the only pre-**** Line born human in the system. As far as I know.

_What are you doing, with…

_My job. The project isn’t paying me just to inform you that you are not supposed to use both pairs of the same shoe in social occasions. What is a serious thing by the way, the locals consider it worse than taky, almost barbaric.

_I will try not to forget that.

_Public sex is very common, and socially accepted, here. And particularly, humans do **** subhumans like your lovely but clumsy Mrs Altimer here, casually. Without second though.

Subhumans are, cheap, here. They have no rights, and since any physical mutilation shorter than **** is easily fixable by doctors, no one cares much about protect them.

Historically, has to do with our project in some extent. 3 thousand years ago, this stellar system was colonized having as main source of economic security the Tritan Project. The engineering of subhumans for commerce demands a somewhat cold approach in regard to this people.

Any movement that emerged advocating for limitations in the rights of property over subhumans would die in 150 years or less.

Because it was understood as a treat to the project behind our initial infra-structure. The degradation of subhumans became core cultural identity for all nations in the system. Their common cultural background.

“Our”, I should say, since I am, myself, naturalized citizen in this nation.

So, you see, to tie your guess arms behind her back, and **** her to lick my pussy under treat of physical mutilation is very much my professional obligation here.

Hope it doesn’t shock you too much, dear college.