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crich70 · 11-08-2010, 02:18 AM

Not my 1st paragraph, but where we 1st learn about the main character anyway.

Spoiler:

As she went about her chores Monica thought to herself about how lucky she truly was. She had been orphaned as a young teenager, and after her stay in the government orphanage she had found herself with few prospects that really appealed to her. There were government grants to further education, but at the same time they didn’t cover all of a person’s expenses, and jobs had been scarce due to fluxations in the economy. Then she had seen the ad that had brought her to the marketplace. It had promised an end to financial troubles, troubles that were all too real to Monica. The catch of course was that the applicant agreed to waive their basic rights, and not just for a short time. It was a permanent waiver. She had debated with herself on whether or not to do it over a long weekend, and had finally come to the decision that anything was better than the limited life she had at the present. She had only hoped that whoever her purchaser was that they would be kind.
As it turned out it hadn’t been that simple. Not everyone it seemed was right on a phycological level for living the life of a slave. There had been an almost endless (or so it seemed to her) set of tests to take before they were satisfied that she was a good candidate for the program. Then there had been the wrapping up of affairs to take into consideration. In a sense it had been like she was dying and was setting her last affairs in order. She had sold most of her worldly possessions and handed over the funds they had garnered to defray the costs of her training. The basic paperwork of her life had also been catalogued and set aside. Property didn’t need bank cards, social security #’s or any other such identification. Everything that was needed was encoded into her own unique DNA sequence. You could change your face, but your DNA always remained the same. It was the ultimate form of identification, immune to counterfeit of any kind. That and a set of self replicating molecular chips which a special scanner could detect would identify her within a few short moments. There was no going back when you became a slave. No changing your mind.

11-08-2010, 02:18 AM	#68
crich70 Grand Sorcerer Posts: 11,310 Karma: 43993832 Join Date: Feb 2010 Location: Monroe Wisconsin Device: K3, Kindle Paperwhite, Calibre, and Mobipocket for Pc (netbook)	Not my 1st paragraph, but where we 1st learn about the main character anyway. Spoiler: As she went about her chores Monica thought to herself about how lucky she truly was. She had been orphaned as a young teenager, and after her stay in the government orphanage she had found herself with few prospects that really appealed to her. There were government grants to further education, but at the same time they didn’t cover all of a person’s expenses, and jobs had been scarce due to fluxations in the economy. Then she had seen the ad that had brought her to the marketplace. It had promised an end to financial troubles, troubles that were all too real to Monica. The catch of course was that the applicant agreed to waive their basic rights, and not just for a short time. It was a permanent waiver. She had debated with herself on whether or not to do it over a long weekend, and had finally come to the decision that anything was better than the limited life she had at the present. She had only hoped that whoever her purchaser was that they would be kind. As it turned out it hadn’t been that simple. Not everyone it seemed was right on a phycological level for living the life of a slave. There had been an almost endless (or so it seemed to her) set of tests to take before they were satisfied that she was a good candidate for the program. Then there had been the wrapping up of affairs to take into consideration. In a sense it had been like she was dying and was setting her last affairs in order. She had sold most of her worldly possessions and handed over the funds they had garnered to defray the costs of her training. The basic paperwork of her life had also been catalogued and set aside. Property didn’t need bank cards, social security #’s or any other such identification. Everything that was needed was encoded into her own unique DNA sequence. You could change your face, but your DNA always remained the same. It was the ultimate form of identification, immune to counterfeit of any kind. That and a set of self replicating molecular chips which a special scanner could detect would identify her within a few short moments. There was no going back when you became a slave. No changing your mind.