In the future, a world far from Earth was colonized by humans. Its original designation was simply C74-A210ZB, based on a galactic charting directory. After a few decades, it earned the appropriately inspired name, New Gomorrah.
Like its biblical namesake, it is a den of iniquity paradoxically combined with centers of culture and learning. Anything is available to the highest bidder - or simply taken by force or by subterfuge. Among the most prized commodity among all races are young human females. By quirks of biology, they can be easily used for breeding purposes for a variety of species as well as for sexual pleasure.
Beth stopped when she saw them. There were two of them; dark gray skinned with thick bodies and limbs. They stood slightly hunched, bobbing their heads as they spoke to each other in almost melodious fluting sounds. In their three-fingered hands were pads that looked familiar and from how they were looking at them and then pointing to things told her that they were not from around here and that they were lost.
In these parts, it wasn't a good idea to advertise either one of these things but Beth also wanted to avoid them. At eleven years old, she had heard plenty of stories of how aliens liked to use human girls and Beth had even seen areas of the city where girls her age and even younger walked about in revealing outfits to advertise their young merchandise.
"Young sir! Please may you help us?" one of them called as Beth started to turn a corner.
Sir? Did they mean her? Beth's chestnut hair was cut kind of short and the shirt and pants she wore were somewhat baggy. Regarding them, they appeared to be kind of sheepish, finding themselves in a place they didn't want to be and desperate for any assistance.
Beth looked about. There was no one else about in the afternoon which was why she was still outside. She always was sure to be indoors before twilight to avoid the night people here - humans or aliens. These two guys (she guessed they were guys) would be robbed of everything - possibly even their lives - if they weren't out of here in a couple of hours.
Feeling sorry for them, she cautiously approached.
"Ah, we thank you," one of them said. "I am Hikk and this is Jhodit. We are visitors here, arriving today."
Announcing they were visitors (although it was already apparent) showed Beth how na´ve they were.
"What can I do?" she asked.
"We are seeking human to contact," Jhodit explained. "You know places of this way, yes?"
"Yeah, there're humans all over. Who are you looking for?"
"Someone not a boy like you, yes?"
"Well, I am a girl," Beth blurted defensively.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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