The only viable industry left on Atlantis is a glorified auction block and I"m one of those up for bid.
Oh, there are still wealthy individuals here that can flit to the high places and afford the imported foods and clothes, but their servants are mostly robots. A lucky few real humans are employed as servants. There is nothing left on Atlantis but empty collapsing buildings, dust blowing in from destroyed land and foul tasting water from the few sources left.
“Next to stand is Nadja Dilum, a sturdy young female that should be able to bear your children without artificial procedures.”
Someone behind me prodded my buttocks to make sure I walked briskly to the podium. The beautiful women had all been bid for and purchased, the action had been rapid. Most expected the pace of the bidding t
