I had a chance to decide whether or not to accept the parameters set. I didn't even look at the menus again. There were no other changes I wanted to make. It was time to get going and play the game. I was surprised as my body morphed. The mirror let me see my whole body at once. It was not that strange. I always had this type of body. Taking a few steps was exciting. I did things like this often and I loved it. I looked around and saw a door. I walked to it and put my hand on the knob. A popup appeared in front of me saying "You are leaving the character creation room. You will not be allowed to return here again. Are you sure you wish to leave?". I knew that lots of time had already passed. I wanted to hurry and find Suzie. I turned the knob and opened the door. It was a bright white light I could not see through. I guessed I was supposed to walk just through it to get to the game. I did and continued on for what felt like 10 seconds. The world needed to load, I guessed. My eyes blinked and I was suddenly in an alleyway. l walked out to the street. I looked around for a few minutes.
This setting did not track at all with what I was told by Suzie or what I had read myself in the developers' blogs. The streets had cars driving by and the people on the streets were wearing modern clothes that I saw in the real world. I had to look at the menu and look at where I was. When I saw that I was in an entirely different world, I was upset. "Shit! Where the hell am I then!?" I said as I bit my thumbnail. I looked again and saw that I was in the world of Kittia. I now had to check the menu and learn more about myself. I apparently was a Layer. Layers were human beings, men or women, who had the rare genetic mutation that allowed them to produce eggs. Layers themselves were routinely kidnapped and traded on the black market. As such, many Layers kept their status a secret. Scarcely, Layers legally became deemed property—through the process in which a Layer consented to sell their person, usually to pay off a great debt or to pardon a loved one—after which the Layer could be sold and traded legally. This all went on until the time that the Layer was granted their freedom.
Freedom was a great thing. I would not like playing as a trafficked slave. This usually happened when the Layer became old and stopped producing their eggs. Being an actual Player, I could try to escape if need be. Since it was a fact that Layers went for millions of dollars when they were sold legally, it was extremely rare for an entity to actually own 1 layer. Everyone wanted the big status symbol of having a layer. It was the trophy of the rich. Of course, some of them were not owned legally. Some of the layers were "under rent", so to speak. To free families from a substantial, and crippling, debt, some layers found themselves under contract to work for farms or other such establishments for long periods of time. It seemed it was not uncommon to see twenty year terms in contracts. Other were just outright trafficked and made into slaves. Since I was a layer, I would of course, lay eggs. 1 of them would be coming out of me per day. Specifically, they would be coming out of my ass. To lay, I would have to do a big rhythm minigame. That meant 365 eggs a year. Not looking forward to it.
