Corporatocracy Stories

Larimer stood under the bridge in the rain, haggling with Slut Market dealer, known as Diesel. Larimer stood at five-foot-eleven, and let himself be as fragrantly human as possible, as most pure humans do. Body odor was the trending ‘captcha test’ these days. Diesel was also fragrant and broadcasting his humanity with his watery eyes, runny nose and dirty fingernails. “Twenty sovereigns and ye can have the whole Lot of it...