This choice: Yes, you're Owen Davis, a fifteen year old orphan boy. • Go Back...Chapter #9Yes, you're Owen Davis, a fifteen year old ... by: Unknown Advancements in technology had made permanent and irreversible death far more rare an occurrence on rich planets with power and influence enough to afford it. Immortality was not quite achievable due to deterioration of the human Psyche once advances age had been reached. Despite this people still lived insanely long live if they had the capital to afford it, up to 300 years for some. Your parents were not rich however, having been farmers on a remote and relatively sparsely populate planet that wasn't affiliated with any of the major empires of the universe. You'd like to say that your whole planet got wiped out but warlords, that you were the last of your people, that there death was special, but it wasn't. The two of them got trapped in an elevator that malfunctioned and dropped the two of them twenty floors to the pavement and to there untimely demise. Now you were all alone.
Well, you say all alone. You had an aunt apparently though you had never met the woman and didn't even know what side of your family she was on. Your parents didn't talk much about there families, having moved to the minor planet of Terrascov IV to start a fresh life after something that they similarly didn't talk about. This aunt, Ms. Desiree Davis, lived on Velus Prime, center of the mighty Velusian cluster. Like all boys your age you had heard many stories about the cluster, its immense wealth, its strange populace, and its bizarre customs. Apparently most of the people there were human, though almost none were unmodified humans with most getting surgical changes to there bodies or cybernetic upgrades. Coming from a world that was half human and half Ryshir and with the most rich socialites only having some reconstructive surgery and cybernetic arms having so many modified humans around would be a bit of a culture shock though you were sure you could acclimate yourself quickly enough with that. What you're sure would be hard to get used to was the so called "Velusian spirit". You had watched porn before (you're fifteen, it's a given) and even the lightest of films from the cluster could make the most frivolous women on your home world blush, the whole populace apparently casually fucking who ever they felt like whenever they felt like as though they were trapped in some Orwellian utopia. You yourself had never had sex before (which was common on your world what with the legal human age of consent being sixteen and all) and according to a friend of yours on Velus that was akin to saying I've never eaten fruit before, namely insane.
Your ship was docking now, the only passengers on it being you and a handful of business people, and soon enough you take your first steps onto Velus.
The first thing that caught your eye were the height of the buildings, most reaching up hundreds of stories as though challenging Sir Isaac Newton himself to bring them down. Next the people, whom just like you imagined were downright insane. They were on average immensely tall, even the shorter ones topping six feet and the bigger ones looking like some sort of giant. They had some very strange and diverse clothing especially in a public setting, from T-shirts and synthetic cotton jeans, to dresses a prostitute would deem to explicit, to S+M gear, and a very popular choice was the complete lack of clothing, a sea of flapping and wiggling naughty bits bobbing and weaving about as casually as pigeons on your world. You yourself were dressed in the traditional tan pants, boots, and thigh length robe of your people, feeling very out of place amongst the sea of freaks.
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