Sky Lock
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,595
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Sky Lock
The chuckle was like dark chocolate syrup being drizzled over something tooth-achingly sweet. Jaw clenching, Syran snapped abruptly “What's so damn funny, Keigan?” A pause, as the older man simply smiled, before shifting to push off the wall, standing inside the dark cell that they were being kept in. The younger of the two growled in irritation at the other mans silence. “Nothing, that's what. I don't know why you have to be like that- we're fucking going to get fucked over, fucking... Fuck.” The younger boy sighed as he slumped up against the cold wall, shoulders slouching in his state of defeat. Syran watched his cell mate- his long time 'partner', just frowning, before murmuring “It's not so bad for you- they'll probably just put you in work detail. Feighrou 8 district probably... Me... “ he cringed at the thought of what they would assign him. He'd rather... well, he'd rather do anything but that. Syran was in his later teens, nothing gorgeous, but he wasn't ugly, either, with a pain, lean face, blue eyes and choppy brown hair, parts of it shaved off for jackports. That was more than enough to get him assigned to one of the Pleasure House Districts, especially on his Third Offense.
Fizzing, the locks on the far wall were released, the door sliding to the side as four guards and a woman in a plain grey dress suit came in. She looked German, and Syran tilted his head a little, frowning at her tight bun and wrinkles. An assigner... She moved to their cell, taking out a card, and putting it into the jack near the door. The screen above the slot woke, and brought up two Ident Profiles. Glancing them over, she clicked her fingernails over the touch pad, before announcing “Regett, Syran- Assignment detail Teggruth 4 District, your Class Level has been downgraded from 13 to 24, you will be briefed when you arrive at the Teggruth Sector.” There was a pause as she finalized the transaction to his IP, and then she switched over, bringing up the second profile. “Irath, Keigan. Due to the repeated offenses, you will not be re-assigned. Your citizenship has been stripped, you will be detained here until you are purchased.”
The clicking of her heels was all that Keigan heard, staring at the far wall. He knew that Syran would be looking on him with horror, fear, and worst of all, pity. There was a kind of numbness right below his eardrums, and he simply stood as Syran was removed from the cell to be transferred to his new assigned Sector. No longer a citizen...? Such a revelation was... well, shocking, for starters. Everything seemed automatic as he sat down on the bench, a mere piece of metal that jutted out from the wall in the cell. No one in the Public Sector knew what happened to those who weren't citizens, but there were rumors. When the world had become overpopulated, war had broken out over food, everything went downhill from there. Ever since the wars stopped, people lived in well controlled dome covered cities. The city was divided into sectors, each one with a name, and a class level. The lower the number, the lower the class, same thing for people. A persons class determined their status in society- people with low Class rankings can't go into certain sectors- for 'public safety', of course. Really it was just to make sure that the rich didn't have to be trifled with the idea that others, not in their own class range, existed.
But to have no Class rank at all... no citizenship- that meant he would never be allowed back into the real world. Keigan had never thought that his lifestyle would lead him to this... It wasn't as if they did anything drastic, either. Sure, he'd dismantled his fair share of Cyberonics, guards, police modules, even a bodyguard once, just for fun. But he'd never killed anyone, never planned on it either...
It hardly mattered now what plans he had. He'd never be leaving this place- or if he did, it would only to be transferred to another Government facility. Forcing a swallow, he closed his eyes, resting his elbows on his knees, chin in his fist. Letting his mind wander, he wondered what, exactly, they would do to him...
Fizzing, the locks on the far wall were released, the door sliding to the side as four guards and a woman in a plain grey dress suit came in. She looked German, and Syran tilted his head a little, frowning at her tight bun and wrinkles. An assigner... She moved to their cell, taking out a card, and putting it into the jack near the door. The screen above the slot woke, and brought up two Ident Profiles. Glancing them over, she clicked her fingernails over the touch pad, before announcing “Regett, Syran- Assignment detail Teggruth 4 District, your Class Level has been downgraded from 13 to 24, you will be briefed when you arrive at the Teggruth Sector.” There was a pause as she finalized the transaction to his IP, and then she switched over, bringing up the second profile. “Irath, Keigan. Due to the repeated offenses, you will not be re-assigned. Your citizenship has been stripped, you will be detained here until you are purchased.”
The clicking of her heels was all that Keigan heard, staring at the far wall. He knew that Syran would be looking on him with horror, fear, and worst of all, pity. There was a kind of numbness right below his eardrums, and he simply stood as Syran was removed from the cell to be transferred to his new assigned Sector. No longer a citizen...? Such a revelation was... well, shocking, for starters. Everything seemed automatic as he sat down on the bench, a mere piece of metal that jutted out from the wall in the cell. No one in the Public Sector knew what happened to those who weren't citizens, but there were rumors. When the world had become overpopulated, war had broken out over food, everything went downhill from there. Ever since the wars stopped, people lived in well controlled dome covered cities. The city was divided into sectors, each one with a name, and a class level. The lower the number, the lower the class, same thing for people. A persons class determined their status in society- people with low Class rankings can't go into certain sectors- for 'public safety', of course. Really it was just to make sure that the rich didn't have to be trifled with the idea that others, not in their own class range, existed.
But to have no Class rank at all... no citizenship- that meant he would never be allowed back into the real world. Keigan had never thought that his lifestyle would lead him to this... It wasn't as if they did anything drastic, either. Sure, he'd dismantled his fair share of Cyberonics, guards, police modules, even a bodyguard once, just for fun. But he'd never killed anyone, never planned on it either...
It hardly mattered now what plans he had. He'd never be leaving this place- or if he did, it would only to be transferred to another Government facility. Forcing a swallow, he closed his eyes, resting his elbows on his knees, chin in his fist. Letting his mind wander, he wondered what, exactly, they would do to him...