The mention of Rullis's Bioweapon, is not of Dackör's liking.
This is because if said weapon has a similar or the same function as the one employed by the Rullis of Karmdaris against Kräldm.
Obviously, instead of being employed in a controlled area during a war, here, was released at global scale, meaning that madness and havoc overtook Krämdaris.
The Bioweapon affects mainly Men, causing penis shrinkage, erectile dysfunction, loss of sperm production, complete inhibition of libido, infertility and inability to produce adrenaline, rendering those affected by it, as an empty shell of what they used to be.
These are the adverse effects suffered by those Men who survived the Bioweapon, being Punchy Fatty one of such Individuals.
Of course, some people demonstrated to have Immunity to said Bioweapon, or getting strengthened by it, Zedyar, Guillderon and Dackör are good examples of this occurrence.
Yet, another reduced group of Men and Women weren't in the previous categories, directly succumbing to the lethal part of Rullis's Bioweapon.
{Could it be that every society is condemned to destroy itself?, Or is it due to the intervention of third parties that this is the usual script?}
While Dackör analyzes the possibility of Aliens meddling down in Krämdaris and Karmdaris affairs; His Team, along the two Agents, stroll around over the clean streets of Krä'Drym City.
"Dackör"; Murmurs Áirina, taking the short young man out of his reverie "What is it?".
"Look at the place on the corner"; Murmurs the young lady, pointing to a porridge shop with a queue of people who are quickly dispatched after paying with a transfer of Mitochondrias.
{Nuvlierz Energy is the money?!, That is not viable at all!}
40 Percent of the population in Karmdaris can produce Mitochondrias on their own, but storing Cells within the body is a completely different subject.
Hence, the general population do not possess sufficient capacity to cover up their daily expenses, and that is just taking into account energy expenditure, not all the necessities they have to take care of.
Of course, a closer inspection to the transaction reveals to Dackör and his companions that some people wear wristbands similar to those of the Agents, and such people tend to order more products, therefore, paying a higher bill.
{Is not natural!, they harness the Nuvlierz Energy from somewhere or something else!, How?!}
The entire Team is flabbergasted, as it is supposed that Nuvlierz Energy can only be produced by Sentient Beings, but of course, they are already aware of such fallacy, since the Jackrabbits were only Living Beings and they had shown the same capacity.
"Here we are…"; Agent Kalydrya announces, stopping at the entrance of a large building that looks like a department store, and at the top of said edification, there is a sign that says "Leashiend".
"The best Slave Market in 175 Fer'Kräth, as the Second Best Market in Krämdaris is a bit further away, at 182 Fer'Kräth, in Krä'Derm City".
"Would you head there?"; Asks Agent Kittyanna; Obviously, Dackör is clueless about the geographical distribution of Krämdaris.
The short young man replies by bordering around the question "I prefer to not think that far ahead… , getting frustrated and or discouraged because your plans didn't work, is something everyone should expect, and simultaneously, not care about it".
"Living the moment is dumb!, Consistency is the key to success"; Say confidently the younger Agent.
Dackör snorts "And being alive is not Living, which applies to success too, is not about standing at the top, if not the journey that take you there… , Tell me, what is the point of life if you are not going to enjoy it?".
"That is irresponsible, Why would you be so careless?!"; Retorts Agent Kittyanna as Dackör laughs shortly.
"Because nothing guarantees that you will reach tomorrow, Why would anyone stop themselves now?, Death will decide when is your demise, and there is nothing you can do about it".
Agent Kalydrya gives a few condescending pats to the back of Kittyanna "He is not wrong, But you can't understand it because you didn't undergo the pandemonium provoked by Rullis, What we have now, in the remaining Cities, is a paradise".
{I don't like to recall those memories, yet, I have the eerie sensation that whatever occurred here in Krämdaris, was way worse than the conflict in Karmdaris}
The entire group enters the building, seeing a large space divided with thick metal bars that rise or come down from the floor or ceiling respectively.
The objects are issued tightly together, forming cages that are filled with 30 up to 50 people who have rags as clothes, and they live in precarious conditions.
Áirina is appalled, pretty much like Fenichia, yet, the former asks "Dackör, What is printed in those letters?".
The short young man sets his sights on the object "Useless, Sick, Null, Unintelligent, Weak, Ugly, Old, Classless, 26 to 54 by 4 Cells".
The Ladies are stupefied, It doesn't matter if the idea of buying a person seems repugnant to them, as is much more worse that someone is making a profit out of this practice.
{Depending on the Country, the price of a Single Cell can fluctuate between 45 and 85 thousands of Karms}
"It is an excellent incentive to reduce Crime and Homeless People, Don't you think the same?"; Say Agent Kittyanna with a smirk plastered with self satisfaction.
{She really likes to speak her mind out}
"As long as it gives positive results"; Reply Dackör with dismissiveness, having mixed feelings about the topic.
In Karmdaris, the short young man was forced to use lethal force more than once to protect himself and others.
A constant during his trips to other countries, because in several of them, the crime rate around the borders is incredibly high.
{I still remember the Homeless who lived behind the convenience store, a Stalker, harassing occasionally Punchy Fatty's Niece}
Nothing serious happened at that time, as Dackör got fired again from his job in the Shooting Range Club; Arriving earlier and hearing the screams and cries of help from the assaulted young lady and her injured Aunt…