The Storyboard - 011The Storyboard - 011 by RickGriffin
A bright red ball of yarn bounced down the hall before rolling to a stop on the carpet. Million, sitting against the wall with her legs crossed, turned her eyes to the ball with a faint whirr. Then she turned her head the other way, to Lily’s face leaning out of the bedroom.
“I only look like a cat, you know,” Million said.
“I know,” Lily said, “I’m running a test.”
Million furrowed her brow. “What test?”
“For a hypothesis.”
“No,” Lily said, “It might taint the data.”
Million sighed, exasperated. She didn’t have to, of course, since she was a robot—specifically a high-end general purpose ani-droid, shaped like an orange bipedal housecat. Although her outer covering mimicked soft orange fur, and her ears tapered to a point, and her electronic eyes narrowed with vertical slits, it was all merely an illusion for the enjoyment of humans.
She was not even that
Don’t have a name for the roo guy. I don’t have any current plans to do anything with this setting, but let me tell you a bit about it.
These guys are in a contract-slave situation—whether by being tricked into it with promises of fame/fortune, or being sold into it as an alternative to prison time. In either case, they can’t get out of the pit-fighting league without buying their contract out, a feat which is only available to grand champions, as it’s nearly impossible to scrounge on the salaries of a lower rank.
Our humongous roo is a grand champion and as such has nearly all the priviledges of a freeman—he lives in a nice house and has lots of extra spending cash. But he has opted not to buy out his own contract. Partly this is because he loves pit fighting, the corruption of the management notwithstanding. But it’s also because he has genuine affection for the league rookies, who he wants to encourage now that they’re stuck with the same contract.
The basic league rules are as such: you may strike with any part of your body and only your (or someone else’s) body. No striking eyes or genitals. Fight continues until one fighter falls or is forced out of the ring, varying with venue.
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