Man... I love this vision of an american government run in (or leasing a part of?) hell. Hmnnnnn, I wonder if you're miss placing this in the fiction category 😉

“Fuck Mammon!” Jacob stood, slamming his desk. “I’m telling you that the foundation of this country is built on the premise that an individual has the right to starve, and if we just hand out money, then we’re filthy degenerate reds.”

There are so many passages in this story @dirge that I really dig from writer's perspective regardless of my political leanings which are anarchistic and so sympathetic to the whole ethos of your narrative.

“You listen here, asshole,” Jacob replied. “You can’t just go voiding our liquidity as you please. We’ve had a ten-decade bullrun on stock buybacks and my cyborg boss aims to keep it that way.”

The markets are definitely run from some Pit of dastardly daemonic devilry.

The first strike was hard, because the axehead got lodged in the man’s chest and Jacob had to step on the bleeding torso to remove it. Blood kept spraying too, and that pissed him off cause he was wearing a ten-thousand dollar suit.

But to move on to the more stylistic analysis from a writer's perspective. descriptions like the one above offer a great horror genre juxtoposition. The image of the axehead stuck in the blood spurting torso, ruining the ten-thousand dollar suit. It is the two extremes of the horrific to the comparatively mundane that makes it stand out.

Really like the story overall.

Thanks for posting to the ink well 🙂