Just outside the hall, we were standing on a metal disc hovering so high that I could see the ground because the monolithic structures cast their immense shadows. My friend was standing next to a Digit Terminal, the magical technology for digitization of solid matter to keep in smaller spaces is still relatively new but with space becoming more and more of a premium its widespread use is becoming adopted at breakneck speeds. I had seen this numerous times but the site of a 3D projected hologram solidifying in front of your very eyes had yet to become old to me. So, when my friend rematerialized his top-of-the-line aerial bike I looked at the scene with awe.
"Wanna ride?"
"Na."
"Still afraid of heights?"
"Not what I am afraid of, I just do not trust my safety on a joy rider while being driven in a device that looks way too flimsy to support a human body so high up in the air. Besides using the teleporter is just faster."
"Yeah, but super expensive."
"Not, if you have high enough mana capacity."
"Show off."
"Says the dude with the most expensive civil class aerial bike money can buy."
"Pfft... Please, You can get..."
A musical note interrupted our banter as my friend received a call from mommy dearest. The saccharine sweet way he addressed her and the teasing cute tone of the exchange put a soft smile on my face. From experience I knew the feeling was genuine from both ends, something I cherished and wished I had with any human, the best I got was from monster girls and even then I cheat. This dude was too pure for this world and I am already sad thinking how the world will most likely grind him down.
"And back to brooding. Man, Simon, I turn around for five minutes and you turn into a negative Nancy."
"Sorry, got lost in thought. Anyway, I am pretty sure that is your mother. I swear, she treats you like a doting lover in all ways outside of outright fucking you."
"I get she can be a bit overbearing at times but she loves me more than even you dude. So fuck off and do not say mean shit behind her back."
His tone got harsh at the end which signaled our departure. He hopped on his back gave me a dismissive wave and took off, the genius vehicle showing off its high-end design by not creating even a single gust of wind as it rapidly gained altitude. I gave him 3 hours before he cooled down and called me for some sort of concession, the dude was overly sensitive on this one thing and was an easy way to get rid of him if you used this tactic and as a bonus, he tended to bounce back very quickly. This suited me just fine as it stopped the conversation from going down the awkward route of where I know it was headed.
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Reducing the level on my mana dampeners I went into the giant metallic dome contraption that stood at the end of every disc like this, a small stream of people moving in and out. The inside was much larger than the outside suggested, a gift of spatial manipulation that was becoming less and less relevant as digitization keeps encroaching on its space.
My S.A.I watch immediately linked with the Teleporter the moment I passed the open gates of the building-sized device. It vibrated and blinked trying to get my attention, bringing it up to my chest, an automatic hologram that looked like a menu in fast food listing all the sites I was allowed to teleport to popped into existence. People were winking in and out of existence like it was anybody's business, statistically, only about 38% of the population could use a teleporter without having to pay for the mana tax but looking in this room one would think it was much higher.
On the top right of the 3D screen were the locations I listed as my favorite and since right now I did not want to deal with human interaction but still craved companionship I chose my poison of choice; Monster Girl Park.
Tapping the screen I looked around immediately to realize I was at my destination. I had read up on the side effects of using any form of instantaneous travel to cause a plethora of not-so-pleasant effects to you but the miracle workers at G.T.F corporations have optimized it so thoroughly that you are there as soon as you click the button and the only thing that even makes you realize in a different dome are the change in neon signs, no side effects or anything.
The population in this dome here was significantly lower which made sense as this floating park/pick-up center catered to a very niche audience: losers with very little money but with a desire for monster girls, people with bleeding hearts that thought they made a 'difference' by coming here instead of buying from official site and perverts. I fell a little in all columns.
Moving out of the dome the first thing to bombard my senses was the massive blinking sign that read M.G.P and below it the quote that defined the brand, "all monster girls need your love and sincerity". M.G.P tried to market itself as some activist for better conditions for the lower class monster girls but when every park and many stores all across the city was riddled with their own overpriced branded merchandise those words wrung hollow. It did not take away the fact the living conditions in these parks were better than anywhere else but they were still a money-hungry corporation, this was more or less publicity for their relatively small but diehard core audience. Sadly I was one of them because this service probably was the only thing that kept me from going insane. I passed the security gates the price of entry was automatically deducted from my account.
As I entered a row of holograms depicting the mascot of M.G.P spaced around 30 feet apart kept saying on repeat using the speaker on my S.A.I watch.
"Sir, you must bring your genitals or breasts out at all times while you are inside the boundaries, and remember, all monster girls need your love and sincerity."