
A Changeable Market in Slaves
by James Alan Gardner
In the first day of the Month of the Quill, Slavemonger T’Prin finally admitted to himself he was bankrupt.
On the first day of the Month of the Quill, Slavemonger T’Prin finally admitted to herself she was bankrupt.
On the first day of the Festival of Galactic Harmony, Slavemonger T’Prin finally admitted to himself that the Avatar of Financial Abundance had not accepted his sacrifice.
On the first day of the Month of Joyous Struggle, Mother Machine awoke Slavemonger T’Prin with the cheery message, “Good morning, Citizen. In order to serve you better, your credit chip has been reduced to scrap plastic.”
On the first day of the Month of Desolation, Slavemonger T’Prin found no cup of blood by the coffin when he rose at sunset. The servants were dead, the chapel had been desecrated, and his possessions were gone, down to the last gold candlestick.
On the day after the orcs had been driven across the river for another winter, Slavemonger T’Prin discovered the contents of his storehouse had gone with them.
On the day after his revivification, Slavemonger T’Prin was informed by an embarrassed Integration Counselor that he had been reclassified as Financially Bereft, Category III (Organ Donor).
On the third day of Ragnarok, Slavemonger T’Prin finally admitted to himself that business would not improve.
On the day after Judgment, Lucifer informed Slavemonger T’Prin of a universal truth: you really can’t take it with you.
On the day after his reincarnation, Slavemonger T’Prin realized money is useless to those without opposable thumbs.
It was the first day of the Month of the Quill, a cold gray day with the wind blowing down from the hills like a banshee looking for fun, a day when the whores on Galadriel Boulevard were lowering their prices to get indoors faster and the thieves from Rudyard Alley stole gloves instead of gold; the sort of day when you long to be inside with someone who’ll say she loves you and maybe for a while you’ll even let yourself believe it because you want to think there’s such a thing in the world as warmth.
