CYOA: Fuck Yeah Space #2

 Author's Notes: Not having enough votes was, admittedly, an unexpected problem. Asked a few people I knew to chip in the buck and cast a vote, but that was a no go, so I guess votes will be scarce until this picks up! Nonetheless, I managed to get an outside tiebreaker vote from a friend so we're going with B everyone!

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“Another numberslummer making a pilgrimage?” The woman behind the census counter eyes you up and down briefly, then shrugs. You’ve mentally prepared yourself to have to hear the word “numberslummer” quite a bit, a derogatory term for nauelli of the numbered planets within the Au system, like Au 2, your homeworld. “I guess it makes sense, considering your company. Can I see your credfile please?”

You hesitantly reach into the side pocket of your skintight leggings, sliding the thin card out of its slot as you watch the woman behind the counter start typing in the rest of your information. Una Thax, Nauelli, Au 2, Entrepeneur.

“Can that say “adventurer” instead?” you chime in as you hand her your credfile. “Entrepeneur lacks spunk.”

She tilts, looking over her glasses and down at you, arching one brow. A slow exhalation through her nose, and the census woman performs the necessary inputs to change your stated vocation, then takes the credfile from you and inserts it into the system. This is the moment that will make or break you -- in the Au systems, and especially on the mainworld, money rules everything, with the advancements of the powerful having completely capsized any semblance of official governance to create a plutocratic, mercantile paradise for the wealthy. Depending on what she reads from your credfile, she’ll decide where she sends you, what kind of work you get, and where you stay.

“My my,” the other blue-skinned woman says, sighing and looking back up at you. “Bottom 20th percentile. Not very impressive.”

A) “You could look at it like that. Or you could look at it like this -- with that low of a credit bracket, I’m invisible; the perfect deniable asset, and the perfect potential business partner before anyone else even knows I’m here.” +1 Cunning

B) “I know. I just... I didn’t know what to do. There’s no work in the numerical systems. I had to do something.” +1 Submission

C) “You know, those are just numbers, and numbers can be changed, especially by such a clever and... lovely, young woman such as yourself.” +1 Aggression