I close my eyes for the third time while listening to the pathetic discussion of some noblemen about their slaves having s*x and whose the hell was the child in the womb. Children were extremely rare nowadays in this world of ours. It had been centuries since the last one was born and it had not survived. Hours later, the noblemen that I will call soft-bellied argued about their slave being the true owner because according to him, when you put a coin in the machine, the soda that comes out of it is his, while the nobleman, who we will call useless by birthright, said that the child was his because it belonged to his slave, the uterus.
I look at them both with disgust
- in the old world there was what they called the bible and there was an interesting parable about two prostitutes, both
