End of Women: Part Five

Something For Everyone*

Kindra's head was still pounding, his palms still sweating profusely. He had an ice pack to his forehead that was doing very little to dull the pain in the rear of his skull, although the red pills Thaddeus had been giving him seemed to be doing something. 

Thaddeus was up leading him through a network of blank steel walls. The ceiling was fifteen feet above Kindra and black, giving him the feeling of being a rat inside a maze. Kindra's eyes swam and his stomach churned at the dizzying sight of it, so he kept his head down as they proceeded.

"We're inside the... oof... the Compound?" He asked Thaddeus, who had been all but silent until now. 

"I'd prefer to use a different term." Thaddeus stopped at the end of the hallway and scanned a security card through a swipe-lock. The double-doors slid open in front of him and light spilled through the gap.

Kindra stopped and leant up against the wall, taking a breath. Thaddeus turned on his heel and gave Kindra a pitying glance.

"The drugs will kick in fairly soon, I promise. There are not many men who could take three stun-bolts to the chest and keep breathing. Your father left you with very good genes."

Kindra let out a begrudging laugh. 

"You don't like the word Compound?" He wheezed and pulled himself upright again. "Seems like you don't appreciate what our fathers left us."

"Quite the contrary." Thaddeus shook his head and beckoned Kindra forward. "The Compound system was simply too broad, too ambitious, too impractical. Here, we have refined it."

Kindra followed Thaddeus through the doorway. What he saw nearly threw him on his back again.

It was an absolutely gigantic room, easily the size of several airplane hangars. Pillars the height and width of skyscrapers ran from floor to ceiling; the nearest to Kindra was all glass walls and curved angles. Through the windows he could see luxury apartments and fine restaurants, high-rise living. Between these pillar-buildings the "streets" were literally lined with women; plexi-glass cells tall enough for the females to stand and lie down inside, making up the kerbs and fences of the place. Each woman was, without a doubt, an A-Grade by Bluenorth standards, and they were not uniformly Korean. There were Europeans, Latinos, Africans, Polynesians, every type and creed represented. There were buxombs and petites, redheads and blondes, and again, each one exquisitely beautiful. The humans who moved between the pillars in groups were dressed as one would expect businessmen, diplomats and dignitaries to be dressed, some of them even recognisable to Kindra. He even thought he saw the American ambassador to Seoul unlocking a plexi-glass cage and fishing a lithe asian beauty out of her cell, leash her, and lead her on up into one of the de luxe living pillars.

Thaddeus beamed with pride while Kindra took it all in.

"What do you think?" He asked after a few moments, speaking a little louder as a golf-cart sized hovertransport zipped past them, a stack of girls lashed to the rear axle with bungee cords and a somewhat drunk-looking mogul at the wheel.

"I think..." Kindra spoke with mouth agape. "I think you've reinvented corporate entertainment."

Thaddeus looked disappointed. 

"I had hoped you'd see it for what it is." He sighed.

"What is it supposed to be?"

"The future of humanity!" Thaddeus held up his arms and turned on the spot, bright city lights filling his eyes with stars. Kindra watched a beautiful filly being pounded against a transparent wall by a Russian with a scar on his face while Thaddeus waxed lyrical. "We have taken only the best of womankind and combined them with the best of mankind, and here the next phase of human civilisation will begin."