Transmission to Ouray Base

[Vater Profit]

Location: Ouray Base, Colorado

A young woman with legs that went higher forever checked her credit account. She sees a string of 0s which are preceded by her lucky number 7. She with a single red fingernail presses the button at her terminal.

A transcript of communications recently arrived and sent at Ouray Base, travels along the trade lanes like water through a pipe.

Essentially, all communications traveling along the Tradelanes are decoded, transcribed, and sent for further analysis to corporate head quarters. The benefits of having a monopoly.

The data stream within nanoseconds is reassembled. Advanced encryption technicians rush to send official copies corrected for punctuation and grammar, up the corporate chain.


Location: Encrypted

A smartly dressed man in a twenty thousand credit suit and shoes whose selling price would have fed a family for several months rubbed his hands together as he scrolled through the documents.

He smiled as he read the communication packet which had been sent to him from a young woman from the lower social classes, a recent mistress which he had affectionately named Seven, who obviously still wanted more of his favors.

He would return home to Planet Denver from Pueblo Station...and re-watch on the holoscreen wall, the recordings he had made of his time with the young woman, and afterward check his portfolio which should have shown a debit of 700,000 credits.