THIS WAS STUPID. IDIOTIC bordering on suicidal.
Hundreds of light years from home and Kayleb could still recognize exactly the type of neighborhood that he was walking too deep into. He couldn’t hear the roar of fight pits, but night was a long time coming and they had to be here somewhere. If not fight pits, then something similar, some place where violence coated the air and money changed hands and the poor fought, risking their lives for their next meal.
No prostitutes walked the street, but he saw plenty of posted flyers advertising the services of people and bots for fewer credits than he’d spent on his lunch. The further he walked into the slum, the cheaper life got. Garbage littered the streets, no cleaning bots traveling their scheduled routes. Either they’d been destroyed for pa
