Liin "Tera" Terallo
Neither here nor there
The auction hall is massive, gleaming silver walls stretching up into a void of artificial stars. Every inch of this venue oozes wealth; from the polished floors to the high-tech holo displays, their flickering numbers hovering above the sea of glinting faces. I take a slow breath, my fingers brushing the cool rim of the wine glass but I am not here for the drinks.
There is an unspoken hierarchy here, one that I am still learning to navigate, despite my successes in the biomolecule sector. The business world of biomolecules is a far cry from this one.
The bidding is already underway, but I am not focused on that yet. My gaze sweeps over the room, trying to make sense of the unfamiliar faces. There is a reason for my discomfort - the men and women surrounding me are heavy hitters in mining, in resource extraction, in commodities I could not care less about. This auction is for the purchase of mines on an uninhabited planet - an arid, lifeless rock - yet it is a gold mine to those who know how to work it. But I know this auction is not about the mines. It is about power, about influence, about keeping the elite in their place and everyone else far below.
A woman in a deep velvet gown looks up at me; her eyes are sharp and appraising. Her position in the room is obvious - she is too confident for my tastes, standing a little too close to the front. I feel a wave of unease but mask it with a smile. The thing is, I do not know who she is. Nor do I recognize most of the others here, despite the wealth they clearly represent. The world of biotech is small compared to this universe of industry giants. Especially in this sector.
My name is on the list of bidders. I might not know the politics of mining, but I know business. And tonight, I plan to walk away with something.
The auctioneer’s voice booms across the room, calling attention to the next parcel. I set my glass down, my mind already shifting gears. It is time to play their game - whether I know the rules or not.
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Cameron Tyris
There is an unspoken hierarchy here, one that I am still learning to navigate, despite my successes in the biomolecule sector. The business world of biomolecules is a far cry from this one.
The bidding is already underway, but I am not focused on that yet. My gaze sweeps over the room, trying to make sense of the unfamiliar faces. There is a reason for my discomfort - the men and women surrounding me are heavy hitters in mining, in resource extraction, in commodities I could not care less about. This auction is for the purchase of mines on an uninhabited planet - an arid, lifeless rock - yet it is a gold mine to those who know how to work it. But I know this auction is not about the mines. It is about power, about influence, about keeping the elite in their place and everyone else far below.
A woman in a deep velvet gown looks up at me; her eyes are sharp and appraising. Her position in the room is obvious - she is too confident for my tastes, standing a little too close to the front. I feel a wave of unease but mask it with a smile. The thing is, I do not know who she is. Nor do I recognize most of the others here, despite the wealth they clearly represent. The world of biotech is small compared to this universe of industry giants. Especially in this sector.
My name is on the list of bidders. I might not know the politics of mining, but I know business. And tonight, I plan to walk away with something.
The auctioneer’s voice booms across the room, calling attention to the next parcel. I set my glass down, my mind already shifting gears. It is time to play their game - whether I know the rules or not.
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