A Twist of Fate
Welcome to the Year 2067.
After the end of the nuclear age, man found himself discovering a new and strange effect of the radiation of the nuclear wars that had desolated the planet. Many millions of people dead, and many more dying. Technology had been destroyed by the nuclear blasts, setting humanity back hundreds of years. Society would have to rebuild, and come again as many of the world greatest thinkers and engineers had died in the attacks.
Welcome to the Year 2080
The first child after the wars was born. However, the effects of the radiation were still being discovered. He was born similar to his parents in many ways, except the radiation had jumped started evolution, causing his physical appearence to change. He had regrown a tail, similar to that of a fox, and his ears were higher on his head, and resembled a fox. His canine teeth had grown larger, and his nails were retractable.
Welcome to the Year 2150
The Human race had now seperated into two races. The humans, and the Nekos. Peaceful cooperation, if it was, lasted for a very short time, as soon they began to fight. Humanity had sheer numbers, and soon overtook the Neko's forcing them into slavery, using them for sheer strength to mine materials, to build factories to shape and change the damaged landscape.
Welcome to the Year 2800
The Neko race was growing very small, with only several thousand remaining, in contrast the human population had regrown nicely with their being several billion. The manual jobs that the Neko's once had, had been replaced with far more efficient machines and robots, and they were now used primarily as personal slaves for show, housekeeping, and occasionally sexual use.
Here we have a young Neko by the name of James. He had been raised in a captured environment, seperated from his mother at a young age, and put with other Neko's for training. He had been taught his place and manners and grown to be appealing. He was now 16, and the monthly auction was about to begin. He had witnessed his brothers and sisters being sold to several large and cruel looking masters, and he was scared what would happen to him. He was wearing only a collar, with his name on it, as he was pushed up the steps to the center of the stage, where the auctioner had him bend over, reveal his private and most personal of parts to the roaring crowd. "Shall we start the bidding at 1,000,000?" The auctioner shouted.
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