Pleroma – Part 03

By Taurus

Part 3 – trainingprogram19_beta-v1.9_28/01/20XX

(Author’s note: As a clarification born from possible misunderstandings arising from the anonymity of the year, please note that the timestamp for trainingprogram19 is before that of streetfair1 and clubslave1.)

Luke, having come home from an after-hours training routine and a Wagyu steak dinner at a top Japanese restaurant, yawned and stretched before summoning his robot butler.

“Good evening, sir. How may Ondine help?”

“Take my clothes.”

Despite being given the decidedly female name Ondine, after the eponymous siren in Bertrand’s Gaspard de la Nuit, Ondine had a male voice.

Apparently, this Ondine was not out to seduce and kill, which was fortunate for Luke. Instead, Ondine, its cybernetic thinking devoid of judgement, assisted Luke in removing his full suit and tie, and before long, Luke could stand completely naked –

Well…naked except for the “you-know-what,” as colloquially known in “right-thinking” circles that speak in circles and formalities.

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Pleroma – Part 02

By Taurus

Part 2 – clubsslave1_var_alpha-v1.3_06/15/20XX

“Changed some stuff according to your comments,” Matt said as he drove Luke, who was deep in contemplation.

Luke met Matt in high school, and Matt was clearly a man of dreams, often big dreams, and too often pipe dreams. Naturally, he did not think he would return for another test.

That said, now that they were both 30, things were very different; Matt knew what he was doing.

Matt operated out of a house in an unstable environment. Situated in an area just between the high and mighty glass and steel skyscrapers and the crime-infested slums, nicknamed “The Twilight Band, the house had once belonged to two prestigious gang members, and most recently an infamously far-gone drug addict and smuggler on the side, who sold the house for cheap in order to sate his endless want for amphetamines and cocaine.

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