Dark Future Short Stories - Thirteen - The King Diggler
The King Diggler
They were the masters of double meanings and pushed Cogney onto another level of total security, in opposite to the military recruits who went into sounding like trash talk joking, from whom they adopted that form of communication.
Cogney was more than an accent, it was a way to speak in double meanings that ideally would be only understood by the counterpart in the conversation based on common knowledge using common references based on the shared experiences relative to the situation. If they talked about another person that person had in different conversations hardly ever the same nick name, but one relative to the actual topic.
King Diggler was the most secret of all Kings that rose after the downfall into power in the shadows. Even before the downfall gay men were corporates world most favourites. Willing to do extra hours, elegant and well mannered and they won't take maternity leave every, every manager had them on the carrier path in pole positions, right after himself.
So, KD made it up onto Senior Partner level of an international law firm and head manager of the three floors, 200 employees branch located in the Rhine Sprawl centre. He worked with the two other managers of two more branches in the Sprawl usually using a virtual meeting room, in which he of course always had the most sophisticated and impressive Avatars with never the same accessor, thanks to the creative partners from his little more than dirty secret of being King. A king as gay a gay king of gays can be. Promiscuous beyond recognition that even if someone would step sober into their King Dinga-Long Club, they'd in no way recognise him in those few moments he'd be fishing for others to guide them in to the dark room labyrinth below the place that was main meeting point and most legendary gay party place in at least Europe.
An even bigger secret was that they were the most important diplomatic group, in the sprawl that lived in constant conflict, between the groups always aggravated by the big bank aka BB aka The Paintballer aka the lender aka context baby.
In opposite to all other groups busy in the chaos next to the ordered and structured MegaCon world The Pinks, as the were called officially, they did not make 'em bigger, but first tried to sweet talk them selfies out and if this did not work...well, promiscuity can be way more fun being fit and able to move, like dancing or combat sports and since most of the members had jobs, they well could afford an impressive arsenal and major high-end level job on an active security system including AI autonomous recon and armed air and ground based drones. But most went into the furniture for pleasure.
Against a fee they would turn judge for any dispute between the thousands of little gangs in constant struggle in the sprawl and also be able to enforce the sentence, if required. Just the big players took care of them self. From all girl bikey gangs that were mainly busy as motorised couriers in a world that had no laws anymore to gym testo cooking all men gangs power lifting until the infarct and everything else like small grocery shops that had hired the local gang running half the block pushing weed to protect against robber gangs looking for pray, all and everyone knew them and was willing to pay, if the other side also agreed to use their services. They were known as fair. Not cheap, but fair and worth their price being the solution to avoid to much losses in blood and cash.
Even so no one had heard of anyone doubting their neutrality in the Sprawl, there was a certain risk that their position of being on the pay role of BB in heir real lives and having had past and present business relations in the shadows with the Black Stallion might become difficult as both sides tend to loos their good countenance granted and always when ever they went directly against each other having all others run for cover as fast as possible. What ever had happened in the past, both are not over it yet and far of being forgiving or shaking hands in not even that stupid press as hard you can press game, some went into making sure the sentence will have to be enforced.
-You remember, I borrowed some time ago to invest into a protect small car.
-MMmmh? The red one?
-Yes. But I have changed color to a super sexy shiny black just perfect for a security car.
-Ohh.
-Yeah, I am afraid the lender won't like it, even so it looks amazing.
-Yeah. So many don't share our obsession. How was he last time you met?
-As always. No big deal, realy. Calm and easy. nice chit chat before the business. He made me some offer on a new investment plan. A real estate complex further south. Vacation rentals. I am sooo not sure.
-Maybe wait a bit and sleep over it. Such decisions must be made with confidence, darling.
-You are the best. I thought so, too. Uuugh. Coffee break is almost over and I stil have to check with Gina, her mini skirt is from another planet.
Fuck me, he had no other car, but a convertible and there was no Gina at all, beside he relied on a pension fond and would not invest into boring real estate.
So, in real English: War was about to go off between the two most dangerous all around. One side was furious in anger and he would check with Squeezy, who was one of the big players that worked autonomously, for more intel. Puh. That was bad. Real bad. He felt stress crawling up onto him hoping the first wave would not go against Marseille, but maybe - Nice. He needed some joy.
-Hey John. You have time. No. NOW. You are done, bad boy.
BB and BS go for Big Boys Bull Shit anytime soon erupting hot..
