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Gangwork Red, a previw
a year ago
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I've been reading a clockwork orange and i loved it all; written in a conlang based off Englush and stuff like that. It's crazy and the story is full of really weird shit; at one point the protagonist (named Alex, strangelye enough), licks the boots of someone who punched him and declares his submissiveness to some crush of his. Gosh, it's wild and i seriously reccomend it.
I'd read some pages when i was working on Gangwork Red and i was in a linguistics phase, so i wrote my own version. 4 languages, extensive code switching, and no provided translations. No sex scenes are planned, but there is some ultraviolence. If my writer's block is over, you'll also begin seeing new installments of AA and LT alongside the occasional GR chapter; i've planned 5. I've already betatested it with some people and some really like it and some find it annoying to read.
---“And what do you think that'll do?!”, asked my elira-mas. “Going like this?!”
Elira-mos turned to think for a second. He let down his chibuso-erra, he had to think that hard. “We haven't the time. Job market's absolute kollons, as always."
Elire-mas menjai-lokued over the same point again. The same point we always lokued about. “Just try”, she said, resigned
I spoke. “I'll find a job", i said.
Elira-mos narrowed his gaze. “Do."
I rolled my eyes. He turned to lokuor again.
A knock on the door.
“o open e lupa!”, screamed some edmill. “¡Abre la puerta!”
Now, as us likas might know, you don't open the massa-for for any random edmill… no, you wait to see if they're pon-serious, and only then are you careful in opening.
Elira-mos turned to look at me. Fuck this, read his expression. I hate every second of this, he read as he opened the door.
“¿¡Qué!? ¿¡Estábamos chibusto-zam y vienes aquí!? ¡Lárgate!”, he screamed at them.
“It's nothing serious”, said a suprisingly cool chovesk. Calm and small, even in the face of this pon-sized screaming lika. “Just some business.”
“no puede ser”, said my elira-mos.
“We'll offer you two choices… our debt collectors can go collect your debt… or you can give away your strongest offspring.”, said the person.
“Not my shit”, said elira-mos. “I spent decades working for it, so it'll have to be… him”, he said, pointing at me.
Elira-mas was shocked. She went and pointed her ruko at the person at the door. “¡Eres tú! ¡Eres tú quien arruina nuestras vidas!”
Her eyes narrowed. “And you…! You! Petrifovichika, don't you dare send him away!”
“He's old enough now, he needs go earn money for the family”, said elira-mos with daringly cool enunciation. “And if that keeps this wretched mulumu off our heels, i'd say that's just a free bonus.”
Elira-mas looked hopeless. Maybe in another part of the fepentrio she could defend herself in fighting the gang members. But not here. Domestic rights weren't really a thing and it was always the smaller that had to submit.
I'd heard of different things in earth, that crazy place my ancestors were caused by, where the mos and the mas were the dividing line. Here, it was physical size. And elira-mas was smaller.
So she stared. She stared at us two, the two mos of the family. And i'd 19 years to my body, some 21 to my head. It was this village, the place of nightmares.
“I'm leaving”, i said. “I'm going with them.”
And the chovesk smiled. “Just what we wanted.”
Elira-mos grabbed my shoulder and pushed me out onto the street. “Bye”, he said. And then the massa-for was slammed shut. And the human looked at me. “So, you're a yansin now. To the centre!”
And into a van i was put. And the van started moving. And it moved faster. And it reached the pon-platea, going some speed. Towards north city.
It was nice here, i realised. The smooth rumble, the gentle roar of tyres against platea, the plain old smoothness of vehicles my village hardly ever saw.
To be honest, lukso was likely to change a bunch now. No more passive parasiting. No more wallowing. No more bottom-of-the-social-ladder.
I'd read some pages when i was working on Gangwork Red and i was in a linguistics phase, so i wrote my own version. 4 languages, extensive code switching, and no provided translations. No sex scenes are planned, but there is some ultraviolence. If my writer's block is over, you'll also begin seeing new installments of AA and LT alongside the occasional GR chapter; i've planned 5. I've already betatested it with some people and some really like it and some find it annoying to read.
---“And what do you think that'll do?!”, asked my elira-mas. “Going like this?!”
Elira-mos turned to think for a second. He let down his chibuso-erra, he had to think that hard. “We haven't the time. Job market's absolute kollons, as always."
Elire-mas menjai-lokued over the same point again. The same point we always lokued about. “Just try”, she said, resigned
I spoke. “I'll find a job", i said.
Elira-mos narrowed his gaze. “Do."
I rolled my eyes. He turned to lokuor again.
A knock on the door.
“o open e lupa!”, screamed some edmill. “¡Abre la puerta!”
Now, as us likas might know, you don't open the massa-for for any random edmill… no, you wait to see if they're pon-serious, and only then are you careful in opening.
Elira-mos turned to look at me. Fuck this, read his expression. I hate every second of this, he read as he opened the door.
“¿¡Qué!? ¿¡Estábamos chibusto-zam y vienes aquí!? ¡Lárgate!”, he screamed at them.
“It's nothing serious”, said a suprisingly cool chovesk. Calm and small, even in the face of this pon-sized screaming lika. “Just some business.”
“no puede ser”, said my elira-mos.
“We'll offer you two choices… our debt collectors can go collect your debt… or you can give away your strongest offspring.”, said the person.
“Not my shit”, said elira-mos. “I spent decades working for it, so it'll have to be… him”, he said, pointing at me.
Elira-mas was shocked. She went and pointed her ruko at the person at the door. “¡Eres tú! ¡Eres tú quien arruina nuestras vidas!”
Her eyes narrowed. “And you…! You! Petrifovichika, don't you dare send him away!”
“He's old enough now, he needs go earn money for the family”, said elira-mos with daringly cool enunciation. “And if that keeps this wretched mulumu off our heels, i'd say that's just a free bonus.”
Elira-mas looked hopeless. Maybe in another part of the fepentrio she could defend herself in fighting the gang members. But not here. Domestic rights weren't really a thing and it was always the smaller that had to submit.
I'd heard of different things in earth, that crazy place my ancestors were caused by, where the mos and the mas were the dividing line. Here, it was physical size. And elira-mas was smaller.
So she stared. She stared at us two, the two mos of the family. And i'd 19 years to my body, some 21 to my head. It was this village, the place of nightmares.
“I'm leaving”, i said. “I'm going with them.”
And the chovesk smiled. “Just what we wanted.”
Elira-mos grabbed my shoulder and pushed me out onto the street. “Bye”, he said. And then the massa-for was slammed shut. And the human looked at me. “So, you're a yansin now. To the centre!”
And into a van i was put. And the van started moving. And it moved faster. And it reached the pon-platea, going some speed. Towards north city.
It was nice here, i realised. The smooth rumble, the gentle roar of tyres against platea, the plain old smoothness of vehicles my village hardly ever saw.
To be honest, lukso was likely to change a bunch now. No more passive parasiting. No more wallowing. No more bottom-of-the-social-ladder.
