Cyberpunk Succession (open for now)

[ButterflyShadows]

By 2300, corporate capitalism has created a new global aristocracy, as narcissistic as the global aristocracy that in past centuries carved up continents into colonies and intermarried until family feuds became world wars. Yet now, technology enables ever greater empires concentrated in ever smaller circles. Inbred elites toying with genetic self-enhancement achieve triumphs of beauty and athleticism along side monstrous disfigurement and ill health, kept alive only by the absurd wealth that enabled such casual attitudes towards life in the first place.


In executive suites and sprawling penthouses atop hundred-story skyscrapers, these elites lounge and conspire and squeeze even more wealth out of struggling to get by a quarter mile below. They are subject to no law beyond what their wealth allows. Inheritance is at least clear when only one member of a generation is left standing with such a suspiciously high prevalence of helicopter accidents and improperly prepared poisonous sushi.


Savita Corp has done particularly well with its breakthroughs in medical technology. Its scions are proportionately debauched. With the current patriarch about to be declared incompetent after 80 years running the firm, new generations are positioning themselves to seize control, brushing up on family trust and corporate bylaws, and sizing each other up for any hint of weakness.


Open thread but any claims to family connections, job applications, proposals for business arrangements, etc are welcome via PM.

 

[ButterflyShadows]

5am, and Eulalie Saville's monitor triggers a change in her circadian rhythm. Her 500 pound bulk suspended in a sensory deprivation chamber and pumped full of enough narcotics to stun a horse, her plump fingertips twitch slightly. Tubes connected to dialysis and other life support click and recede discreetly behind a facade in the bedroom wall behind her, and the ports where they had connected seal shut. As the chamber drains, a sling catches her, guides her towards her hover chair, as another robotic arm pulls a bodystocking over her bulk. No longer directly plugged into the full size machines, she gasps sluggishly in the seconds before the portable modules she wears hum to life. The suit squeezes and releases in time with her portable biPAP machine. She flops into a more comfortable position on the chair and steers it to a terminal across the open plan condo, fiddling with settings on a tablet built into the chair.

With her workaholic lifestyle she needs a jolt of amphetamines to start her day of corporate domination early and alert, all the more so to counteract the pain medicine and other narcotics that induced sleep the night before. She checks her emails and appointments for the day, discovering your messages. Perhaps there will be an application for a personal assistant, so hard to get good help anymore...

• Vital statistics for Eulalie Saville:
• 39yo pansexual female
• 5'1 500 lbs, long curly dark hair, brown eyes, fair skin.
• Bodysuit is shapeware along with life support, shoving her into an improbable hourglass shape including enormous round breasts that would suffocate her if not for her various devices
• health problems, internal organs failing or failed and replaced by life support modules. An artificial heart meets her circulatory needs, along with blood thinners, but she regularly has minor heart attacks. Her health problems have prevented her from reaching sexual satisfaction for years now, and most forms of sex bore her on their own.
• More sadistic hedonist than true Domme, but rarely encounters a forceful enough personality to have her submit.
• History of drug abuse including painkillers and stimulants to help her work, together making her erratic, irritable, prone to anger and paranoia
• SVP of Emerging Product Marketing at Savita, Inc
• Grand niece of current Chairman, currently directly owns 0.2% of the company, but would in theory eventually inherit several percent and possibly control more through family trusts and foundations
• From a branch of the family known to be engineered for ruthless intelligence above all else. First notice as a chess prodigy, graduating high school at 15, then Ivy-league undergraduate in economics and JD/MBA and used her family connections to work briefly in a top consulting firm. Fired within a year for a history of anger management problems despite superior performance evaluations.