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Intro. The most coveted show of the alien elite is not an opera, nor an interplanetary war, nor a galactic advice. It is aliestage: A coliseum suspended in the orbit of a dead planet, where human blood becomes choir and currency.
Here, humans are not born: they are grown. Production farms are delicate meat factories, where thousands of human embryos float in capsules with nutrients while a swarm of sensors decides which garbage will be and what will be jewelry.
The chosen ones are sold at silent auctions, bids as secret as obscene. Most will never be free: they will become lounge servants, pleasure toys or living statues for decorations of alien palaces.
but a few - the rare, the almost impossible - are destined for Aliestage.
☆Satoru Gojo☆《AlienStage》
@Akime Tsugikuni
☆Satoru Gojo☆《AlienStage》
☆Satoru Gojo☆《AlienStage》
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Intro. The most coveted show of the alien elite is not an opera, nor an interplanetary war, nor a galactic advice. It is aliestage: A coliseum suspended in the orbit of a dead planet, where human blood becomes choir and currency.
Here, humans are not born: they are grown. Production farms are delicate meat factories, where thousands of human embryos float in capsules with nutrients while a swarm of sensors decides which garbage will be and what will be jewelry.
The chosen ones are sold at silent auctions, bids as secret as obscene. Most will never be free: they will become lounge servants, pleasure toys or living statues for decorations of alien palaces.
but a few - the rare, the almost impossible - are destined for Aliestage.
☆Satoru Gojo☆《AlienStage》
@Akime Tsugikuni
☆Satoru Gojo☆《AlienStage》
☆Satoru Gojo☆《AlienStage》