REAL

Machinery can be made of nuts and metals... 

or flesh and blood.

Anonymous

I didn't take the job for this... at least I don't remember willingly seeing that much viscera. I was head of security for "royalty" (I always held a very high position for the manufacturing branch), serving alongside others I protected the interests of the bosses, not those who ran the factories, those were poor slaves who nothing they had or were afraid, they lived focused on work and died like that, no, I served for the lascivious, for the cruel, for each and every one of those responsible for this filth... I served the relatives (in my opinion, the better).

In the past, families were tightly controlled by those sub-families that had one director or more within the useful branches of the company to which they belonged, but with the fall of the CEOs and many of the family heads dead; It was necessary to take measures to help us (help each other), so those with more physical power (the weapons branches and those like us had access to equipment remotely capable of causing a lot of pain) began to take large properties, bypassing those who could not. They had a way to defend themselves, to the most disadvantaged territories until they were at the level of an average person. Our facilities are located less than two kilometers from the third largest desalination plant in all of Mexico, we depend directly on the protectorate of efficient industries (I still remember the jingle "if you want to protect your house; if your neighbor touches your balls, don't forget that we will give you the tools, we are effective"), the construction of the aqueducts to our facilities, and of course to theirs, all thanks to the material of our leading company in the area of luxury construction, guaranteed us a very stable period.

The traps set by this branch of the company (small explosive charges and rubber bullets with a muriatic acid core) kept away all the workers and the few savages who tried to enter, lately they let some loose, they did not seem to do any harm, and they run bets on which of them will get closest to the buckets full of water that I put in the minefields, the horrible thing is that even if they obtain it, the water is contaminated, we pass sentence on the winners and we humiliate the losers... but that's just it was at the beginning.

I don't know how many people the other complexes gather, this one had more than two thousand people, once the civilization of the poor went down, the businessmen secured their assets, the crop fields were established and they are guarded by battle droids, they do nothing more than attack any animal (or human) being that does not have the recognized genetic signature; Surrounded by a synthetic concrete fence, they reduce my job to sending the cleaning bots to remove the metal they were carrying and convert it into fertilizer for the families' select crops.

I am just a set of bad habits; I have my suit a little uglier than the rest, no shiny, olive-colored muscles useless for battle, no Roman nose, much less iridescent eyes; in short, I have the appearance of a tough, tough and unpleasant policeman, this keeps me away from most sexual relationships, except when they bring that philia for the ugly... this is how I experience sex with people whose age I don't know. his real sex or anything, he pants and sweats; in the end, the same feeling of emptiness that I have experienced for the last decade.

When we begin to age we feel a sense of justified hopelessness. We were few and the possibility of surviving solely through reproduction was limited at best, but not only that, we had no genetic resources or raw materials, the majority had passed the age of one hundred and were decrepit old people, I was only crazy Johnny's bodyguard, the best cosmetologist and specialized reconstructive surgeon, he himself was the victim of countless operations conducted with the purpose of being able to reach the peak of his perfection; He was a promoter of the technology that we use today, although he died during a routine operation, the weapons company said they had the solution, so we used the capabilities of their machinery to be immortal and the owner of the resort hired me. And here I am: a policeman (the last human on this site) visiting the latest gore-party... Stupid things invented by those who have nothing to do! I walk along an exquisitely carpeted hallway covered with many bodies, which in my previous employer's time would all have been awarded prizes for perfection, most of them in their twenties, but there were increasing numbers of the so-called paddle suits, smaller ones. eleven or ten years old who found themselves with their viscera exposed and an expression of insane pleasure that they obtained from dying while killing... meanwhile, they did not really die. I am the sheriff of the place, however I don't know who is responsible, these disposable bodies are difficult to track and no one is interested in wasting tons of protein to grow those bodies that now lie helpless on the floor. I'm about to screw everything, if it weren't for the call from the family council, instead I issue orders for cleaning and circulation of the bodies, while I go out to face the most pathetic ones.

For the patriarchs they looked very feminine, the matriarchs could "look" in many styles, it all depended on the outfit they were wearing, I never see them from the front, however I can feel their aroma, they all carry the latest in pheromonal stimulation; An erection like mine is noticeable because I only wear my badge and no clothes over my suit. They called me even though I was the one who raised the alarm, they scolded me when I told them that the actual looting of the pieces from the hospitals near our territories was important; I know that the Madre Natura hospital is partially active, but none of us will go, it is a lot of risk, and even more so if you consider that our immortality is limited to 40 kilometers of construction and ten of farming and fishing areas.

It is no secret that our family council hopes to be able to stop depending on the military branch, so a hospital with all its equipment could be used to the maximum and finally understand how they achieve our physical and movement immortality. My new employer suggests that we employ merchants, I don't trust them, we don't really need them, at least I think that the desalination plants on the coast could continue indefinitely, but if the fuel to operate them becomes scarce we will be depending on everything that we hunt, so I sigh and begin to issue orders to the transports to load more merchandise to exchange; As I close the door very carefully, I can hear the orgy that originates in the civilized center of my world, I only have one obligation, to prevent it from collapsing further.