Challenge #02476-F286: Lawless Lands
A deathworlder and a heavenworlder talk about a City/asteroid/planet, choose the size you want :D
-It's a place with no rules
-You always need rules
-Not this place, it's called "Kowloon" because it's based off a human city that had the same name. It was more dense than any other urban area on the face of terra... and it was ungoverned
-.... and conflicts between them ?
-Human gangs of criminals (triads) were resolving civil conflicts, creating a volunteer fire brigade, and organizing garbage disposal.
-That's not what a criminal organisations normally do
-But there were no rules
https://www.visualcapitalist.com/kowloon-walled-city/
(Don't keep that part please it's embarrassing ^^, I love your work and I want to contribute once again
I'm not very good and confident in English since it's a second language so I took some part of the article) -- Hyorky
[AN: I fix what I can of my prompts, but I don't delete huge parts of them. (Though I might delete the entire prompt if it is made of nastiness) Therefore, this one has grammar fixes only. Never be ashamed of having bad English, it's one of the hardest languages to learn. Also Kowloon is an amazing example of what Humanity can do, for each other and for profit.]
"Don't go there," said the stranger, pointing out a particular location on the holographic map. "It's a total Kowloon."
The entire area was already marked in red and silver, and had the warning, Here there be Humans, on it. The people examining the map, concealed in their livesuits, looked at each other and then faced the stranger together. "Kowloon?" one echoed. "What meaning 'Kowloon'."
Their ersatz guide switched to GalSimple. "There being much bad place. No law. No organising. Crime running all things."
"If is no law, how is being crime?"
Damnit. There was always one who asked the smarter, and therefore more annoying, question. "Crime persons being crime persons in law place. Running things in no-law place. Much many bad."
"Many death?"" said one of the concealed cogniscents. Their artificial exoskeleton had a sticker of an apple on it. Apple would do as a name. The other had scorch marks on theirs, so they got Scorch.
"Many hurt?" said Scorch.
"Er," said the guide. Honesty had to be the best policy when talking to strangers without a strong grasp of the language. Exaggerating things and turning to rumour and gossip as a source was very bad all around. "No. Much small hurt, much small death. No many, no many..." Their guide tried to find a way to say, There's no regulation, no rules, and everything there is unlicensed. They have their own economy, the crime syndicates actually cut down on crime and there's even home care for the disabled, without making it look like civilisation as they knew it was bad. "You is knowing Deathworlder Earth?"
Nods and enthusiastic noises. Good. The volunteer continued. "Deathworlder place, Kowloon. No law. Full of criminal. Bad people. Soft minds and poor people. Very small, Kowloon. No clean place. Much many, much many people."
"Many many people," said Apple, "must wanting live belong Kowloon."
"Many many people having no choice."
"Bigger crime, that," said Scorch. "Choice much easy right."
Yes. Well. That was technically true. Having the right to chose where you lived was as much a right as food, air, water, shelter, and medical care. "Is Deathworlder place," they insisted. "Deathworlder many bad. Human Deathworlder having soft minds. Much many much danger. No going there."
"Thank," said Scorch and Apple together.
Two bipedal lifeforms in livesuits walked with their luggage towards another meeting place, following the inner-station map on their datareaders.
The one tentatively named Apple said, in their own tongue. "Nice person, that. I still think we should have told them."
The one tentatively named Scorch said, "No, you shouldn't. We're barely tolerated out here on the Edge. They'd throw a wobbler if they knew we're from beyond."
Apple sighed, and sung, "Home, home, I'm deraaannnged..."
Scorch snorted. "Stop that. Just enjoy the journey instead of stirring up shit."
"Yes, dah-dah," Apple mocked. "It will be good to go home though."
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