Sadly, I've never had the time to finish this and not sure that I will.
Fade In: INT. "THE WATERING HOLE", SPIRIT OF BOTSWANA, ALPHA CENTAURI SYSTEM - NIGHT Several men of different genotypes, but with matching scruffy black suits, sit around a table nursing their drinks. The din of the gumba-gumba MUSIC nearly drowns out their conversation. SER JUPITER (baseline), SER VENUS (patrician), SER MARS (mall), and SER MERCURY (harsene) have the look of ruins rats about them. MATSHWENYEGO (baseline), in a nicer suit, leans back from the conversation, listening. SER JUPITER Weaponized porn? Are you serious? SER VENUS Dead serious. See... everyone downloads porn from the mesh. SER MARS I don't. SER VENUS Everyone downloads porn from the mesh. I'm just saying that if you could weaponize it, it's doing stuff inside the Obi Lattice where no one can see it. Everyone's data is encrypted, everywhere, so if you can weaponize the data, it could spread everywhere and no one would see it. When it goes live... The Catastrophe! SER JUPITER Humanity almost went extinct because of porn? SER MERCURY That's the dumbest thing I've heard in cycles. What? You had a negative mutation the last time you respawned? SER VENUS What? Ser Smarty-Suit jealous because he didn't think of it himself? Mercury is about to respond when he's interrupted. SER MARS The gods did it. Everyone pauses and stares at Mars. SER MERCURY I may just owe you an apology, Venus. SER MARS We are their playthings. SER JUPITER You seriously believe that gosa? SER MARS I seriously believe that gosa. SER VENUS Why the hell would you worship something like that? SER MARS "Believe", not "worship." I have no respect for beings who would do something like that. SER JUPITER And yet here you are, sitting at the table with the rest of the flotsam. SER MARS (shrugs) I respect credits. MATSHWENYEGO And when you rats lift my box, you'll earn a lot of respect. Now let's pay for our drinks and get the hell out of here. As the men get up to leave, Mercury buttons up his coat, quickly hiding the auto slicer tucked into his belt.