“You look like you could use the company,” he says in the local Human dialect. It’s easy to forget he’s an executive director for Saion Corp. He’s tall, over six foot five, nearly a whole foot taller than me, wearing loose pants and chunky boots with a cropped tank that shows off the scales at his hips. He takes notice of me, slamming his eighth shot down and getting up. He lacks the horns and extra two arms that the Kundar have, but no-one would mistake him for a full-blooded Human. His skin is a pale off-white, a stark contrast to the black scales that wind down his arms, climbing up his throat to line his jaw and accentuate his cheekbones. My mark is in his twenties, male-implying a mostly Human physiology as Kundar are genderless–with Human-shaped eyes that are entirely fluorescent purple, the block colour and lack of pupil of the Kundar and Shinarians strange on his face. Hybrids are what happens when science takes over, mixing DNAs that would not naturally work together and creating life out of it-a common sight on Kirillion. He’s not even close to tipsy yet: Kundar-Human hybrids are a resilient bunch. I’m still nursing my first drink, leaning on the bar whilst my mark is on his fifth shot. Everyone comes to Purple Gravity: from the workers of the lower levels to the children of the elite in their floating glass domes from the businesspeople in search of a good time to the outlaws who call this place home. Three floors of lounges with more bars than I can count selling more alcohols than I know the names of. The anti-gravity dancefloor takes centre stage: dancers whirling to the music, painted in flashing lights.
Purple Gravity is a slice of it all: neon lights, crowds as diverse as their fashion is eclectic, and the ever-present promise of danger and thrill. I know Kirillion’s dirty secrets, and I love every single one of them as much as I love its flashy face and intoxicating pace. I’m part of its underbelly: where neon signs flicker, cops don’t patrol, and you don’t need hovercars to get around. I don’t remember coming here, but Kirillion took me into its arms and never let go. A place that doesn’t know the word ‘impossible’. Kirillion is a city of dreams and nightmares, of angels and monsters basking in the latest tech and scientific inventions. It was old when the oldest of the space-faring races took their first steps amongst the stars. There is no other known place like it in all the galaxies. They say on Kirillion all your dreams can come true.Ī planet of trillions, one unending sprawl of a metropolis as diverse as it is old.
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