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It’s been a week since the IndieGoGo campaign<\/a> for BABYLON BLACK kicked off, and the campaign is progressing smoothly. As of time of writing, we are now 30% funded! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

To celebrate this milestone, here’s the first chapter of BABYLON BLACK. Enjoy!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Be in the world, but not of it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The ancient aphorism ringing in his head, Yuri Yamamoto stepped into a world of sin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The smell hit him first. Perfume, thick and cloying, a dozen scents mingling into an unseen fog. Any thicker and it would be a chemical weapon. Underneath it, he detected other, baser odors. Sweat, musk, bodily fluids. The stench of countless men becoming beasts and numberless women goading them on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Before him was a parade of flesh. Women, tall and short, young and mature, women of all builds and races, women for any and every kind of desire. Their smiles were broad and bright but their eyes were flat and dead. Lining up in their skimpy dresses and high heels, they exposed themselves to hungry eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Each woman was more exotic than the last, augmented to the limits of human physiology and beyond. Secondary breasts stretching across the ribs. Intricate tattoos glowing in the light, suggesting living circuitry and mechanical tissue. Intoxicating pheromones drifting from hidden glands. The last few women had crossed the species barrier, transformed by strange genetic sciences. A catgirl, a dog-woman, one had the cloven hoofs, bushy mane and long tail of a pony, the last was a pointed-ear elf of achingly ethereal beauty and eyes hard as flint. Every pose, every accessory, every article of clothing, everything about them was an advertisement, an enticement, a siren song leading the willing to the abyss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Behind the women, a heavyset man in a dark suit stood by a doorway, his feet shoulder width apart, his hands crossed in front of his belly. He didn\u2019t smile at all. Though he hid his eyes behind the dark lenses of his augmented reality glasses, Yuri sensed his gaze drilling into his soul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And those of the men behind him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWelcome to the Rose House!\u201d the receptionist said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Off to Yuri\u2019s left, the receptionist beamed at him. A short woman at a high table, her face was barely visible above the counter. A soft yellow lamp accentuated the dim lighting, casting deep shadows across her flinty eyes and cracked lips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cParty for five?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yuri glanced behind him. At the four men with him. This close to them, he could feel the lust boiling off them, responding to the women arrayed before them, and to what lurked within the darkness of their minds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yuri would never have come here. Not willingly, not for pleasure. This was neither.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This was work.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yuri stepped back and swung through a counterclockwise pivot, presenting his profile to the women and glancing at his clients. The four of them ogled the women openly, returning their smiles with lustful grins of their own. None of them paid him any heed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was only the hired help.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yuri would never have taken a job like this. Not if he could help it. But with his funds running low and the New Gods breathing down his back, he had to take what work he could find. Even if it took him to the newest and most exclusive brothel in Babylon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There were few opportunities for men who refused to worship the New Gods. Religious discrimination was the most common form of discrimination in Nova Babylonia. The New Gods would gladly take money from anyone, but they would only hire those who paid homage to them. The few independent employers out there were growing fewer by the day, and none would take a chance on a man who crossed the New Gods.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

None would risk being boycotted, blacklisted, or outright obliterated by the rulers of the world.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yuri Yamamoto had committed the mortal sin of challenging the New Gods. For daring to survive everything they had thrown at him, he was irredeemable. In the Special Tasks Section, he and his fellow operators had stood against the New Gods, slaying their monsters and harassing their Speakers at every turn. He had testified against them to the Temple Commission, disclosing the true depths of depravity and iniquity of the New Gods. After two years in self-imposed exile, he returned to his crusade to destroy horrors that aspired to become gods.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The New Gods saw all and forgot nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Anyone who put him on a payroll would soon be visited by the taxmen, the cops, and eventually a kill team. Any businesses he started under his name would suffer the same fate. Any home he purchased would be invaded by the soldiers of the New Gods. Anyone who knowingly did business with him would face the ire of the gods.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was a non-citizen, an outlaw, a heretical barbarian skulking the shadows of pagan Rome. He lived only at the pleasure of the New Gods. The only reason they hadn\u2019t sent their soldiers to finish him once and for all was because they knew he would sell his life dearly. Any of the factions could destroy him, but the toll in blood and treasure would leave them vulnerable to their rivals, and the New Gods hated each other too much to collaborate, even to destroy their common enemy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He should have stayed in exile. But Babylon was a black hole, its inexorable gravity pulling him into the event horizon. His parents would not leave the city. His community would not leave. His teammates would not leave. So long as they would not leave, neither could he.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Still, he had to find a way to live, and his latest op had drained most of his wallet. He had savings, tucked away in faraway tax havens, but he needed income.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He did what every believer in Babylon did when they faced an emergency like this: he turned to his church.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was a god for every man in Babylon, but some gods were less celebrated than others. The Old Gods, the old faiths of the pre-Cataclysm Earth, were the least among them. As the New Gods descended on the changed world, none of them openly showed themselves. No miracles, no Elect, no prophets, none of the displays of power the New Gods had demonstrated. For their failings, the Old Gods had been shunned, cast off by a fearful population eager for wonders and boons. None had been more shunned than the Christian Church.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the tradition of the underground churches of the previous era, the Christian community of Babylon took root in the shadows of the greatest city in the world. It wasn\u2019t actively persecuted, not after the Treaty of Babylon guaranteed religious freedom, but the world turned its back on those that would not embrace it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Church in turn embraced all who stepped through their doors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yuri Yamamoto was its most famous son, and its most feared. What he asked for, he received. Shelter, aid, and now, a job. Yuri had sent feelers through select members of his congregation, offering his services to those who would need them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Only one person needed them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

August Reynolds was a sales executive in a megacorp owned by the Guild of the Maker. He had kept his head down and spoke to no one at work about his faith, not even Human Resources. It was the only reason he, an outsider to the Guild, was allowed to rise to such dizzying heights.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A week ago, August had pitched a high-profile client from overseas. The client sent two representatives to Babylon. August and his boss, Dan Brandt, President of Sales, were chosen to seal the deal. August had said the party needed a bodyguard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What they really needed was a status symbol.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The day had passed smoothly. Pick-up at the airport in the late morning, a working lunch, then a long meeting than lasted for the afternoon. Yuri had driven the principals around, then stood watch outside the office door. His presence signaled the wealth and power of the corporation, so wealthy and powerful they could afford to hire an executive protection agent. Not just any protector either: the most infamous gunslinger in Nova Babylonia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His clients talked up his skills and deeds. Their clients were suitably impressed. Yuri kept his mouth shut and focused on the job.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After the close of work, the principals decided to indulge in Babylon\u2019s world-famous nightlife scene. Their journey began in a high-end restaurant, where they dined on overpriced beef and lobsters. Then they visited a nearby club, where they downed bottles of high-end wines and brandy. After midnight, they hit the last place on their agenda: the Rose House.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For men who wanted to satiate mere lust, there were thousands of whorehouses in Babylon to choose from, each more outrageous than the last. Anything a man wanted, anything that did not displease the New Gods, anything<\/em> at all, he could find down some dark alley in this darkest of cities. The Rose House was a higher class of establishment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The women of the Rose House didn\u2019t simply rent their bodies. They offered an evening of charm, intimacy, and witty conversation. Art, music, politics, they could hold forth on any topic that held the interest of men of wealth and taste. They could adorn a man\u2019s arm for an hour, or spend a night fulfilling his darkest fantasies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They were courtesans.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the clients were the kind of men they were trained to entertain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Brandt and his clients ogled the women. The women smiled and waved. Reynolds turned to the counter, and looked over his shoulder at the rest of the men.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At Yuri.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yuri locked his gaze on Reynolds. Steely gray eyes bored into soft black irises, hardening into the points of daggers. Slowly shaking his head, Yuri touched his right hand to his left ring finger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Reynolds gulped, and fingered his own wedding band.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFour, actually,\u201d Reynolds choked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhy four?\u201d Brandt asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI, uh, I just remembered I have to, um, take the kids to school tomorrow. They\u2019ve got a baseball tournament coming up and the coach is holding selections for the team.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Brandt smiled, slapping Reynolds on the shoulder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYeah? Well, family comes first. Wish \u2018em good luck for me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThanks. I\u2019ll settle everyone\u2019s cover charge.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Reynolds laid down a stack of bills. Two hundred bucks, fifty per man. That was just the price of entry, to weed out the riffraff. Actual services would be negotiated later.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat about you, Yuri?\u201d Brandt asked. \u201cYou joining us?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m still on the clock,\u201d Yuri said. \u201cI\u2019ll send Mr. Reynolds off and come back later.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSuits me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The second Reynolds received his receipt, he made his goodbyes. Yuri escorted him out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A bracing wind howled down the street. Bright neon signs shouted promises of wine and women and song, illuminating the asphalt jungle in dirty reds and heated fuchsias. Streetwalkers in short skirts and high boots strutted down the street or lingered under lamp posts and street corners. Gravcars lined both sides of the road, high-end luxury models one and all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yuri led the way back to Reynolds\u2019 car. A quick check revealed no anomalies. A discreet three-sixty scan turned up no one and nothing of interest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHere\u2019s where we part, Mr. Reynolds,\u201d Yuri said. \u201cI\u2019ll continue looking after your boss and clients.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThey\u2019re not going to think highly of me if I go home now,\u201d Reynolds said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A protector was always discreet. He did not interfere with his client\u2019s private life outside of his duties, and did not disclose his affairs to anyone else. Anything that was not part of his scope of work was not his business, nor anyone else\u2019s.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But Yuri was also a Christian, and as a Christian he had a higher duty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYour family isn\u2019t going to think highly of you if you don\u2019t<\/em> go home now,\u201d Yuri said. \u201cNeither will God and the Church.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Reynolds exhaled sharply.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYeah. You\u2019re right. I\u2026 I guess I had a bit too much to drink. Got caught up in the moment.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt happens to the best of us. You didn\u2019t cross the line. That\u2019s what matters. Set your gravcar to autopilot. Go home, go back to your family, and get some sleep. I\u2019ll take care of the rest.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Reynolds clambered in, his movements jerky and uncoordinated. He retained enough sense to dictate instructions to the gravcar\u2019s computer. The engine whirred, the gravity mirror hummed to life, the safety harness locked into place. Yuri backed up and watched the gravcar soar into the night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His first good deed of the night. He hoped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Rose House glared down at him. Five stories of glass and concrete, as soulless and indistinguishable as the other establishments on the street. Only its vertical signboard set it apart, a long-stemmed rose spanning the second to the top floors. Glowing in lurid crimson, the rose towered over him, daring him to pluck its petals.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He snorted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Looked away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And entered the Rose House.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His timing was perfect. Brandt and his clients had chosen their women, and were now passing through the doorway on the other side of foyer. The rest of the women hung around, sizing him up like an army of lionesses studying a lamb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But behind him was a Lamb of a different sort.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAre you ready to choose your companion?\u201d the receptionist asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m not a customer. I\u2019m just here to make sure the rest of my party gets home safe,\u201d Yuri replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAh. The designated driver?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSomething like that. If you don\u2019t mind, I think I\u2019ll just stand in a corner and pretend to be a statue.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She chuckled. \u201cWe\u2019re here to take care of you. There\u2019s no need to be uncomfortable. We\u2019ve got a fully-stocked bar in the main room. First drink is on the house.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The women dispersed, barely hiding their disappointment. As a non-customer, he was less than a man to them. He might as well be a ghost. The bouncer, on the other hand, eyed him with renewed interest, trying to figure out who and what he was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yuri caught himself judging them too harshly. These women were on the clock, like him. They had bills to pay, families to feed. They couldn\u2019t afford to spend time on people who wouldn\u2019t pay them. And the bouncer, well, he was just doing his job.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This was a house of sin, sure, but it was not his place to condemn them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Inside the main room, men in expensive suits sprawled themselves over fine leather furniture. Their chosen companions fawned over them, plying them with finger foods and strong drink. Fabrics flashed in the dim light: glittering lame, slinky spandex, high-gloss latex. The smell of perfume grew even stronger, threatening to overpower Yuri\u2019s senses.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A huge stage with four ceiling-length stripper poles dominated the room. A quartet of oiled-up women in shiny bikinis worked the poles, every move slow and sinuous, showing off their assets, timing every spin and gyration with the beat of an energetic pop tune.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Off to the side, the bartender stood at attention behind the counter. A distinguished older gentleman in a gray vest and black shirt, he pasted a fake smile on his face. Behind him, bottles and glasses formed neat platoons and companies on rows of wooden shelves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A set of stairs led to the upper floors. To where the action took place. A muscular black man in a blacker suit stood nearby. In the dim light, he was almost invisible. No doubt on purpose.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yuri sidled up to the bar. The bartender nodded at him, wiping down a glass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGood evening. Would you like a menu?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPlease,\u201d Yuri said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The bartender handed him a thick sheet of cardstock. The heading read \u2018House Specialties\u2019. The entries that followed listed a long list of carnal pleasures, explained in graphic detail. All prices began in the hundreds of dollars, and quickly climbed into the thousands. The reverse listed the house rules.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI meant the drinks menu,\u201d Yuri said, handing it back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAh,\u201d the bartender said, smirking. \u201cHere you go.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This menu offered even greater variety. Just about every high-end liquor, brandy and spirit in the world was represented here. Cocktails occupied two whole pages. An entire section was reserved for snacks and light meals. At the end of the menu, as though it were an afterthought, was a short listing of non-alcoholic drinks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019d like the cranberry juice, please,\u201d Yuri said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A disappointed expression crossed the bartender\u2019s face. Nonetheless, he skillfully prepared Yuri\u2019s order.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

While waiting, Yuri observed the crowd. The principals were clustered in a corner, occupying a bench all to themselves. Their chosen companions clung to them, holding up menus, smiling and caressing and giggling. At the other sofas and benches, the women engaged their men in lengthy conversation and intimate touches. At one table, a woman rushed to undo her client\u2019s belt, ready to seal the deal there and then.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yuri watched in horrified fascination, unable to look, unable to look away. Right before his eyes, he saw living souls defile and be defiled, exchanging bundles of dollars for mere pleasure, sinking ever deeper into decadence. In every touch he sensed the claws of devils digging into bone and marrow, in every whisper he heard the laughter of the New Gods. Even so, he felt blood rushing to his nether regions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He closed his eyes. Breathed. Released all emotions and desires.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was nothing he could do. He could not deny his clients. He had no authority over their souls, merely their bodies. Their physical security, nothing more. He could not afford to turn down their money either. But neither would he participate in this. All he could do was watch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Witness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The bartender delivered his order. The cranberry juice was ice cold and shockingly sweet. It reset his brain, refocused his heart, recharged his body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was here to work. To watch for threats, and respond accordingly. And that was exactly what he would do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The women left the principals\u2019 table, returning to the foyer. Moments later, they returned in triumph, carrying bundles of fresh bedsheets. Arm-in-arm, they escorted their clients up the stairs. Yuri followed them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The guard at the stairs held up his hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou here with someone?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yuri cocked his head at his clients.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m with them.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDid you book a girl?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo. I\u2019m here to work.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The guard shook his head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOnly paying customers past this point. Sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yuri lowered his voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m working a personal security detail. They\u2019re my clients. I can\u2019t let them out of my sight.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDon\u2019t worry. They\u2019re safe with us,\u201d the guard replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Halfway up the stairs, Brandt called out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIs something wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m not allowed upstairs,\u201d Yuri replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou didn\u2019t book a girl?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yuri shook his head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat\u2019s not what I\u2019m here for. I\u2019m here to watch over you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll handle it,\u201d the guard insisted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThere ya go,\u201d Brandt said. \u201cYou can let your hair down. Tell ya what, you want a party, put it on my tab. You know I\u2019m good for it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo thanks. I\u2019ll wait by the bar until you\u2019re done,\u201d Yuri said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The men laughed. Their women tittered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll be here all night,\u201d Brandt replied. \u201cYou willing to wait that long?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIf I have to.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDedicated, aren\u2019t you?\u201d the guard said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat\u2019s what they pay me for.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Everyone laughed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDon\u2019t worry about it. You can come pick us up in the morning,\u201d Brandt said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThere you have it,\u201d the guard said. \u201cUntil then, we\u2019ll take care of them.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAlright,\u201d Yuri said. \u201cSee you tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yuri retreated to the bar, leaving the men and their companions to their devices. And their consciences.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His glass was still mostly full. The moment he finished it, he told himself, he would leave, get some sleep, then return to pick up the clients in the morning. That was all he would allow himself to do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As he sipped at his glass, he reminded himself of the lotus. Rooted in mud, it rose pure and unsullied from murky waters to bloom in perfect grace. As the lotus overcame the dirt to face the sun, so too would he rise above the filth of the world to stand in the Light. Though part of an empire of filth, it was not part of it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As a lamp, a cataract, a star in space, an illusion, a dewdrop, a bubble, a dream, a cloud, a flash of lightning, view all conditioned things like this<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Everything here was an illusion. The illusion of affection, of romance, of love. The illusion of status, of wealth, of power. The illusion that tenderness could be bought and sold, that mere money could purchase happiness, that there were no eternal consequences for temporary pleasure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suddenly the people around him seemed so\u2026 pitiful. Men driven by desire for flesh and warmth. Women driven by desire for money and security. From these desires the Rose House produced twisted blooms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He perceived light, motion, sound. All human meaning attached to them fell away. The dancers were simply bags of flesh and blood and bone in motion. The customers and the courtesans and the staff were objects occupying space-time, expressing vectors of energy, no threat to himself or those he was hired to protect.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He had learned this trick of perception outside the Church. From the other half of his heritage, hailing from the land once called Japan. While the Diamond Sutra had no place in the Bible, practicing it helped him deepen his faith and remain sane in a world of gods and monsters. Surely God would understand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A word swam to the surface of his consciousness. An Old World word, a word that came from before the Cataclysm. Ukiyo<\/em>. The Floating World, the world of the red-light districts of a long-vanished time and place, a world where the pursuit of wealth and pleasure was a man\u2019s highest aspiration. It was also a homophone for Sorrowful World, a transient world filled with the suffering that came from clinging to transience, a world that the pious sought to escape.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Both worlds were one and the same.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Presently a woman strode up to him. Her gait was smooth and confident, exuding sexuality with every step. Her low-cut barely-there dress revealed a shiny black bra popping up massive breasts, muscled legs that stretched into forever, skin glowing with a sweaty sheen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For all that, she was the most refreshingly normal woman amongst the ladies of the Rose House.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tousling her dark, flowing hair, she smiled at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHi! Mind if I join you?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All things that happen to you happen for a purpose, and that is for you to discover who you are<\/em>, he reminded himself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI don\u2019t mind, but I\u2019m not looking for a date,\u201d Yuri said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEh? Really? Why are you here?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWork. It just ended, though.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWell, since your work is over, maybe you\u2019re looking to relax?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She smiled. The smile of a working woman, a smile that touched the cheeks but not the eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m relaxing now. I don\u2019t mind talking to you, but I\u2019m leaving once I\u2019m done with my glass,\u201d he replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat\u2019s alright. I\u2019m taking a break too.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She ordered a drink from the bartender. Fruit juice, like him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m Sandra. What\u2019s your name?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYuri.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYuri? That\u2019s an exotic name.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI get that all the time. You\u2019re a dancer?\u201d Yuri asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her eyes popped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHow did you know?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her face. Her gait. Her clothing. She was one of the dancers he\u2019d spotted during his sweep. And there was her sweat. Working girls would wash themselves after finishing an assignation. Few men wanted to smell another man on his chosen woman. It was part of the fantasy, that she was there for him and him only\u2014at least for the time he had paid for.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s my job to notice,\u201d Yuri said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYeah? What\u2019s your job?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFreelancer.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFreelancer? In which field?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yuri bought some time with a drink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPersonal security,\u201d he said at last.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAh. One of your clients is having a party?\u201d Sandra asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yuri shrugged. \u201cSomething like that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMust be lonely, huh. Sitting there alone by yourself, no one to talk to, no one to keep you company.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sandra was trying to tempt him again. He should\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He exhaled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He wasn\u2019t here to judge anyone. So he shouldn\u2019t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m quite comfortable by myself,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou look like it too.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI saw you while I was on the stage. You were watching everyone with hawk\u2019s eyes. I thought you were a cop.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI hear that all the time.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWere you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yuri smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNope.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was technically a Public Security Bureau Special Agent. That was just a formality. In practice, the STS had more in common with the military. He had never stopped thinking of himself as an operator.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh. Well, we got cops here all the time. I thought you could have been one of them,\u201d Sandra said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSorry to disappoint you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She chuckled. \u201cAh, you have a sense of humor too. That\u2019s a relief.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cA relief?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She regarded him with a frank look. Not as a working woman, just a woman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re carrying a lot of baggage. I can see it in your eyes. You can take a load off, relax, live a little.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For a second he allowed himself to take her in. The entirety of her. A woman, so close, closer than he\u2019d ever allowed anyone to be in\u2026 too long.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He looked away and drained his glass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat\u2019s what I plan to do when I leave. And that\u2019s exactly what I\u2019m doing now,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGoing already? You just barely got here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s been a long day, and I\u2019m finally knocking off.\u201d He paused, and looked at her in the eye. \u201cI\u2019m sure there are many men who would love the pleasure of your company. As for me, I can\u2019t stay. I\u2019ve got an early start tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She smiled. A genuine smile this time, sparks igniting in the depths of her darkened eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI appreciate your courtesy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe\u2019re both on the clock. That\u2019s all there is to it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWell, if you want to come back any time\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yuri shook his head. Rapidly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThis isn\u2019t my kind of place.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She raised an eyebrow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOld-fashioned kinda guy?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOnly the oldest of fashions.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She laughed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAlright, I won\u2019t keep you. Take care.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou too.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He returned the glass to the bartender. Stood. Stretched. Turned to the door\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat do you mean, no?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yuri pivoted towards the voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Three men seated at a long, curved bench. Six women entwined around them. Table overflowing with bottles and shot glasses. The man in the middle shouted at a woman to his left. The woman recoiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou want money? If it\u2019s about money, I have all <\/em>the money!\u201d he slurred.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not about the money,\u201d the woman began.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong, then? Let\u2019s go party!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSir, we have a strict no-drug policy in\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The client waved his hand dismissively.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cScrew that! You know how much money I made this morning?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She shook her head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSir, we do not<\/em> do drugs. Just by telling me this, I have to report you to the police.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe what?! <\/em>Police?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat\u2019s right. I\u2019m afraid I have to ask you to leave.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His face twisted in apoplectic rage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLeave? I\u2019m not leaving until I\u2019m done!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSir, you need to\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He slapped her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A loud CRACK<\/em> echoed in the room, cutting over the sound of the music. The force of the blow slammed the woman\u2019s face into the soft leather cushion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou know who I am? You don\u2019t say no to me! No one says no to me!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With every word, his voice deepened. His words grew shorter and sharper. The alcoholic slur melted away, replaced by a harsh sizzling and rattling, like background static. His eyes assumed a golden gleam. His fingers curled into bony hooks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was an Elect. A follower of a New God, granted supernatural powers and state-of-the art augmentations in return for his undying faith. A Faustian bargain. The human brain could never begin to comprehend the cosmic terror that was a New God in its true form. Accepting even a tiny portion of its power would sear the Elect\u2019s body, brain and soul, twisting him into a meat puppet of a thing that pretended to be a god.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Too many people couldn\u2019t bear the experience. Those who survived became ticking time bombs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yuri couldn\u2019t tell which god this one was pledged to. Not yet. All he knew was that this one was dangerously close to snapping. And when an Elect snapped, he became a Husk. An empty shell of a man, fueled by rage and bloodlust, slaughtering and consuming all around him until someone finally put him down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The security guards rushed in. Yuri faded back, placing his body between the guest and the working girl, unzipping his jacket. He wished he had a gun. But at least he wasn\u2019t unarmed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSir, we\u2019re going to have to ask you to leave,\u201d the black bouncer began.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The man roared in rage. His buddies shot to their feet, taking him by each shoulder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCome on, that\u2019s enough,\u201d the smaller of the two said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLet\u2019s come back another time, eh?\u201d the other one pleaded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The man roared again. With a mighty shrug, he grabbed his friends\u2019 hands and peeled them off. The men yelped, falling back to their seats, gripping their injured hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat\u2019s enough,\u201d the black bouncer said. \u201cTime for you to go.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The guest snarled. His lips peeled back, baring bright white teeth. Two of them. Each tooth was a single bow-shaped block of ceramic, crowned with cutting edges and crushing surfaces, following the curve of the jaw. Thick saliva drooled in thick strings. Energy radiated from him, an invisible pressure Yuri felt against his skin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLet\u2019s keep things cool,\u201d the black bouncer said slowly, hands rising to chest level.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The black bouncer approached the man from the front, every step big and obvious, stealing the man\u2019s attention. His partner sneaked up from behind, reaching into his pocket.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Throwing his head back, the man shrieked. He gripped the edges of the table, huge muscles bulging from under his shirt. The women at the table screamed. Every face turned to look at the commotion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou do NOT say NO to ME! I will TEAR you! BREAK you! KILL you ALL!\u201d the man said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yuri looked over his shoulder. The bartender was crouching behind the counter. Sandra joined him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCall the cops,\u201d Yuri said. \u201cTell them we have a Husk.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Keeping his arms up, the black man closed in on the Husk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLet\u2019s slow things down. Let\u2019s not do something we\u2019ll regret.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Husk spun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was fast fast fast<\/em>, blinding fast, his spine suddenly loose and liquid. His arms flailed out like windmills. As they spun, his arms enlarged and elongated, becoming many-jointed whips of muscle and bone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A huge forearm slammed into the black bouncer\u2019s arms, sending him flying into a table. A meaty palm smashed his partner to the floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cKill! You! ALL!\u201d the Husk screamed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The civilians screamed. Clients and courtesans scrambled away, crawling under tables, jumping over benches, fleeing for cover. The dancers tottered as fast as their high heels could take them. The Elect laughed, his voice booming in the darkness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yuri approached.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat\u2019s enough,\u201d Yuri said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWHO the FUCK are YOU?!\u201d the Husk yelled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Reaching under his jacket, his right hand grasped a handle wrapped in rough faux-rayskin by his armpit. His left hand seized his necklace and held it up to the light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A silver cross, every bar ending in three lotus petals.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIn the name of the Lord, the Most High, the Alpha and the Omega, I command you to surrender!\u201d Yuri said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Husk screeched. In rage, in pain, in fear<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSee now the cross of the Lord! See now the Light that shines from on High! The Light that purifies, cleanses, and redeems! You have strayed from the path, but there is still hope! Turn back now! Choose salvation over destruction!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Husk clenched his fists.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNEVER!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A harsh, guttural voice, a woman\u2019s<\/em> voice, blasted from his throat, drowning out the man\u2019s original tongue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The voice of a New God.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cRelease the human,\u201d Yuri said. \u201cLet him go before\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Husk howled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And twisted around.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Husk\u2019s mighty right arm swung around in a massive haymaker. It mutated in flight, growing heavy plates of bony armor. The fist doubled in size, becoming a biological wrecking ball studded in heavy spikes, steadily accelerating.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yuri exhaled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Released the cross.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And stepped into the arc of the swing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As his body turned towards the enormous arm, his right hand freed his weapon from its sheath. An o-tanto, fourteen inches of killing steel, forged in the tradition of his samurai ancestors, its wide belly and reinforced spine designed for a singular purpose. The gleaming blade blurred through a truncated parabola, deceptively smooth, lightning fast, the turn and the draw and the cut flowing in a singular movement, taking Yuri off the line of attack and bringing his weapon on the Husk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The blade melted through flesh and bone, parting it like water. Blood gushed from the wound. Momentum carried the severed limb through the air. Yuri\u2019s left arm, still held up to guard his face, caught the edge of the bleeding stump. The heavy impact forced his arm back, smacking his hand against his forehead. The limb snaked around Yuri and tumbled to the floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Screaming in rage, the Husk spun around, whipping his surviving arm up above his head. His left arm transformed into an enormous blade, the tip brushing against the ceiling. It was less a sword, more like a blunt hunk of unnatural bone, a weapon for crushing through sheer mass and brute force. With a powerful whirl, the Husk brought the blade crashing down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The weapon was huge, the swing powerful. It would destroy all in its path. Yuri couldn\u2019t hope to block it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He didn\u2019t have to.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Taking a gigantic step with his left foot, he fanned his o-tanto up from his hip to his shoulder. The thick, slightly curved spine of the blade met the back edge of the colossal bone sword. As steel ground against bone, Yuri rotated his weapon outwards by a few degrees, extending his arm as though it were a wing. The o-tanto gathered the bone blade into itself, subtly but inexorably redirecting its trajectory.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the bone blade whooshed past him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The bone blade crashed into the ground, shattering the floorboards, throwing up a cloud of dust. Yuri barely noticed. Blade still raised, he leapt in, closing the distance. The Husk\u2019s eyes widened, its mouth opened to scream, his lifted his massive arm\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yuri cut.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The o-tanto fell like an ocean wave, swift, powerful, irresistible, powered by a subtle turn of his rear hip. As the blade bit into the Husk\u2019s collarbone, complex force vectors crashed into him, bending his spine, breaking his balance, drawing his body against the edge. The o-tanto continued its downward stroke, cleaving through ribs, lungs, sternum, heart, liver, spine, cutting its way out the other side.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Husk\u2019s upper half toppled backwards. Its lower half flopped forward. Blood gushed from the enormous wounds. Arterial spurts pulsed out into a crimson lake. Yuri aimed his blade at the Husk\u2019s face, and lifted his cross once again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou are dying, but it is not yet too late. Do you reject the New Gods and all their works?\u201d Yuri asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Husk grinned through a mouthful of bloody teeth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou, the original soul inhabiting this body, I speak to you now. Do you reject the New Gods and\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGlory to Namanah!\u201d he yelled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And vomited a lungful of blood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And went still.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yuri sighed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He\u2019d tried, but the Husk had made his choice. He made a note to pray for his soul. Later.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He brought the blade to the low guard and scanned the room. Total silence had fallen. Now everyone was looking at the mess on the floor. At him<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWho\u2026 are you?\u201d the shorter of the Husk\u2019s companions whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yuri pointed his o-tanto at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAre you two from the Liberated?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes,\u201d he squeaked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIf you hurt us, you\u2019re going to pay,\u201d the other man said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDo I look like I can be threatened?\u201d Yuri replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The civilian gulped and said nothing more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAm I going to have any more trouble from you two?\u201d Yuri asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo sir. Not at all,\u201d the younger man said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGood. Stay here until the cops come. They\u2019re going to want to talk to you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yuri glanced around again. The bouncers were picking themselves up, unsteadily rising to their feet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou guys okay?\u201d Yuri called.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m\u2026 kinda\u2026 woozy,\u201d the black bouncer muttered, swaying on his feet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHead\u2026 hurts,\u201d the other bouncer replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou two sit down at the bar. If you feel sick or sleepy, sound off. Bartender! Get us two bags of ice!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yuri wiped off his o-tanto on the dead Husk\u2019s clothes, sheathed the humongous blade, and helped the bouncers to the seats. The bartender held up ice bags. The bouncers pressed the ice against their heads, moaning in relief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMuch better,\u201d the black bouncer said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re not out of the woods yet,\u201d Yuri said. \u201cYou two need X-rays. Facing a Husk like that, you don\u2019t want to take any chances.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cRoger that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sandra poked her head above the counter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIs it over?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNot until ESWAT arrives,\u201d Yuri said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWho are<\/em> you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cJust an ordinary guy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sandra barked a laugh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo ordinary guy would have taken on a Husk with a sword.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

An o-tanto was a knife. A long<\/em> knife, to be sure, but just a knife. The distinction was lost on most people, though.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yuri shrugged and said nothing more. Sandra shook her head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou just killed a man, and now you\u2019re just sitting there like you\u2019ve\u2026 taken out the trash or something. Who the hell are<\/em> you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLike I said. Freelancer.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She shook her head. \u201cNo way. You were praying earlier, weren\u2019t you? You an Elect?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIn my church, we are all elect. All who follow the Way and the Truth and the Light shall be saved.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSaved from who? From what?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHell.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She laughed. She tried to sound jovial, but bitterness tinged her voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDon\u2019t we live in Hell?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAnd by the grace of God, we shall be cleansed of our sins and delivered to Heaven.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She shook her head. \u201cI don\u2019t know about Heaven and Hell, or whatever God you speak of but\u2026 this is the first time I\u2019ve seen anyone stand up to a Husk. And win.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m not a priest. But if you want to learn more, you can visit the Cathedral of the Holy Trinity.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMaybe I will,\u201d Sandra said wistfully. \u201cMaybe I will\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That might be his second good deed of the night. Or, looking at the clock, the first of a new day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHave you called the police?\u201d Yuri asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYeah. Fifteen minutes, they said,\u201d she replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDo you need anything else?\u201d the bartender asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yuri looked at them. At the injured bouncers. At the customers. At the pile of gore on the floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And sighed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The police were on their way. With a Husk involved, the PSB would want to talk to him too. Which meant the New Gods would know he had returned. Again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The coming days were going to suck. But he had done no wrong. If he ran, he would merely signal guilt. That would give the New Gods every reason to declare open season on him\u2014and everyone associated with him. The only way forward was to face what was coming for him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To bear the cross that carried his name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWell?\u201d the bartender prodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yuri sighed again, and spoke. \u201cVodka.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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This chapter summarises the world of Babylon. The New Gods offer wealth, power, pleasure\u2014and all they ask in return is your soul. Refuse, and they will make life difficult for you. And when you fall too far, they drag you into the abyss and turn you into a monster.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It takes a special breed of warrior to survive in such a hostile world. A warrior of skill, faith and courage. A warrior who is ever ready to face down false gods and cosmic horrors with upraised blade, ready to place himself between the evil and the innocent. A warrior who can look at a monster in the eye and say, “No.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And yet, every action carries a consequence. When you dispatch a monster of the New Gods, they take notice. They will seek revenge. And the consequences of this<\/em> seemingly random act of violence will ripple throughout the world\u2014and spell the beginning of the fall of Babylon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Witness the final days of Babylon here<\/a>, and share the link with your friends! Let’s keep the momentum going and bring this project to the finish line!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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It’s been a week since the IndieGoGo campaign for BABYLON BLACK kicked off, and the campaign is progressing smoothly. As of time of writing, we are now 30% funded! To celebrate this milestone, here’s the first chapter of BABYLON BLACK. Enjoy! — Be in the world, but not of it. The ancient aphorism ringing in […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[12],"tags":[65,99,106,138,175,253,277,278],"class_list":["post-7181","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-books","tag-babylon-black","tag-crowdfunding","tag-cyberpunk","tag-fiction","tag-indiegogo","tag-pulprev","tag-science-fantasy","tag-science-fiction"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kitsuncheah.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7181"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kitsuncheah.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kitsuncheah.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kitsuncheah.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kitsuncheah.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=7181"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/kitsuncheah.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7181\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kitsuncheah.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7181"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kitsuncheah.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7181"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kitsuncheah.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7181"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}