Marineris Manor

A short story

Photo by Nicolas Lobos on Unsplash

It’s year 7, Anno Populi. We won the revolution. We overthrew capitalism. We rounded up the world’s remaining billionaires and gave them each a choice: the guillotine, or the Manor.

Most have chosen the guillotine. Better to end it quickly, than linger in prison until your chance to compete and suffer the ongoing terror and indignity if you get chosen. But if you can win it all at…