- Joined
- Aug 15, 2010
Midway threw the Twenty-first century, the fear of diseases became so extreme, that the world governments had no choice but to agree to genetic experimentation. Bio-terrorism, super viruses and rampant hunger led to the need of companies that specialized in such activities. It took time for people to accept the change in the social structure, but in the end, everyone came to understand that it was necessary for the species of man to survive this way.
One of the unexpected products that arouse from such tinkering in God's domain, was the creation of fully intelligent race of animal human hybrids. Ranging from simple differences like ears to full blow thick fur and tails, these new creatures were quickly forced into a subservient role, making slavery alive and well. Every city that considered itself advanced, held a house for such beings. No one cared about what was done to them, meaning one could buy, sell, trade, use and abuse them without fear of reprisals from anyone.
Which was were James found himself right now. In his late twenties, his body was toned but not that lean, his face was young but held a hardness to it. His clothing for the day was a black business suit, complete with a black tie and shoes. His entire body screamed money and power. Yet he had never bothered to buy a slave before today. He was trained in the upkeep of one, but this was his first time actually purchasing one.
Walking into the house, he started to make his way threw the rows of slaves for sale, his eyes not really seeing them, just passing over them quickly before he moved on, waiting for the right on to pop out at him.
One of the unexpected products that arouse from such tinkering in God's domain, was the creation of fully intelligent race of animal human hybrids. Ranging from simple differences like ears to full blow thick fur and tails, these new creatures were quickly forced into a subservient role, making slavery alive and well. Every city that considered itself advanced, held a house for such beings. No one cared about what was done to them, meaning one could buy, sell, trade, use and abuse them without fear of reprisals from anyone.
Which was were James found himself right now. In his late twenties, his body was toned but not that lean, his face was young but held a hardness to it. His clothing for the day was a black business suit, complete with a black tie and shoes. His entire body screamed money and power. Yet he had never bothered to buy a slave before today. He was trained in the upkeep of one, but this was his first time actually purchasing one.
Walking into the house, he started to make his way threw the rows of slaves for sale, his eyes not really seeing them, just passing over them quickly before he moved on, waiting for the right on to pop out at him.