Gisben a hunch back, living in the depths of a hive city

Gisben lived on the hive world of Nexeradon all his life. He was not a cog in the machine; sadily, he was those who were born outside unwanted for whatever reason and left to die in the under hive. The underhive is the lawless area in a hive city where street gangs fight for territory.

Somehow Gisben survived long enough to become an adult, a remarkable achievement considering the constant gang warfare and failing degree as parts of the giant hive city collapsed from disrepair. Gisben had survived mostly living in shafts as a child, eating the moss that grew off the walls. It sustained him but didn't give him the proper nutrition he needed.

As a side effect of his poor diet and environment, Gisben grew up short with a hunched back. Many would have said he was a shoe in for any Igor role in a play. This rather unfortunate childhood caused Gisben to believe that beauty was a myth, something that gangers too high on chems said when they were seeing pretty colors right before they overdosed.

This was despite the voice in his head telling him of the wonders of pleasure. All his life, Gisben had heard a voice that kept switching from male to female and then back again as it spoke of the wonders of feasts and plays and any other such nonsense. All lies, of course. Who heard of anyone having two plates of food? Gisben had thought on more than one occasion.

His beliefs on beauty all changed one day, as for whatever reason the gangers that called the underhive home had gone to war, which happened often enough, the problem was it seemed everybody was fighting everybody else. So Gisben couldn't do his usual thing of going to airducks that didn't have bullets flying through them as all of them had bullets going through them as everyone was shooting everything, and in order not to be shot, Gisben had to go up to the higher levels where the gangers didn't fight and where things got fancy.

Seeing as he had never been up in those vents in the upper level before, he decided to listen to the voice this time as it wanted him to go somewhere specific. Eventually Gisben reached the place where the voice wanted him to go; he ended up high up in a room where he could watch high above in one of the vents, providing air to a large room with thousands of chairs all facing a center point.

This would be where Gisben would be introduced to the concept of beauty. As he watched the crowds slowly fill the seats, bored but safe, Gisben stayed as the voice bid him it, telling him it would get exciting soon. Eventually everyone was seated, and the giant red curtains that had been at the center of the room went to the sides, revealing a cast of beautiful ballerinas who then performed a beautiful dance that left him stunned at the beauty of the dance and the feminine form.

Gisben had seen many female gangers doing all kinds of bad things, showing they were just as savage as their male counterparts, though usually far more sadistic than their male colleagues. None cared for their feminine charm, doing their best to present the threat they represented. This was the first time Gisben had seen women who had feminine grace, and they were the pinnacle of it.

Gisben would leave the theaters a few days later having exhausted his rations and in danger of dying of dehydration as he had tried to catch every show that he could. Only leaving at the warnings of the voice who had led him to the beauty of the ballerina in the first place. He would be **** to leave the upper levels as the security that patrolled the upper levels began to notice the intrusion into their vents. Luckily, the war that had consumed the lower hive had died down, and it was safe for him to be in the vents once again.

Though Gisben found himself in a depression as he went about patrolling his home in the vents of the lower hive, watching the gangers kill each other with their usual brutality as he collected the water that dropped and the kids that grew in the vast vent system that went on for miles. He wondered if he would ever see such beauty as the ballerina again or if he was stuck forever in this gray, bleak world of **** and slowly rusting machines.

Gisben's thirst for the femine beauty and grace of the ballerina grew each day, and the voice that had lived with him all his life chuckled to itself. "Soon," it said, "very soon you will have all the grace and beauty you will have ever asked for, my dear Gisben." The voice said as it continued to chuckle to itself as it somehow sounded malicious and kind at the same time. As the voice offered a horrible date to so many yet offered nothing but a kind, gentle hand to one.