The Consequences of Steam
By
Louis Kahn Nin
Smashwords Edition
2011
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Copyright © 2011 Louis Kahn Nin
I
Ellis Chamberlain is a stocky and powerful man who, when walking into a room, draws all attention to him—perhaps because of his flamboyant clothing, a Nineteenth Century tuxedo with a top hat and white cane and a cape, giving him the appearance of a dapper gent from antiquity or a ostentatious stage magician; or perhaps it's the fact that he is one of the richest men in Nevada, holder of proprietary time manipulation technology and owner of the state's four ChronoBrothels that renders an air of awe around him.
“All men are whores, and so are all women,” is one of his favorite mottos, “and whoredom being the oldest profession in human history, why deny this truth—why not embrace and become one with your inner whore? Defy conventions, I say! Sabres, gentlemen, sabers! To arms and let us fornicate through time!”
No one knows more about history and prostitution than Ellis Chamberlain, sometimes referred to in the media as The Pimp of Time, “the man who will sell your great-great-great-grandmother’s virtue for the right price,” an accusation that he does not deny.
“I have had clients wanting to sleep with ancient ancestors,” he says, “and I've provided them with that particular kink. They used to say, 'Whatever floats your hovercraft' and who am I to judge another person's passion?”
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“If I had never met Wilson Wilcox, my current timeline would be completely different,” Chamberlain says, sitting at the bar in the Reno ChronoBrothel, or Time Lust #2. “I'd be still selling real estate on the moon, or I'd be a politician—what's the difference when both hock moldy green cheese?”
He met Wilson Wilcox when they were both freshman sharing a dorm room at MIT. This was no chance encounter, according to Chamberlain. “Before then, when we were just tots, on the same street. But we weren't playmates then, we didn't even know about each other. At the sweet sixteen birthday party of this lovely creature I wanted to—get to know bette (and I did, too) I happened to cross paths with young Wilson and someone said, ‘Hey you two come from the same pod’ and we talked about the pod and sex and science. Next came college, and we went to the same institution. I was majoring in international finance and he was a nose beak in quantum physics and it was all Russian gibberish to me until he said, one day, he says, 'I believe I can open a portal between temporal dimensions.' That is, time travel, but only going backwards, never into the future, because the future doesn't exist.”
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Chamberlain reminisces: “I’m a history buff, focused on the economic changes of decades, examining the patterns of commerce, so the theme of a different era per each floor was my initial idea. With Wilson’s time technology, we came up with magic, something the sex industry has never seen before—and you know they say that the sex industry is always the first to adopt any new technology. Think about it: it’s the oldest profession of all, going back to the cavemen times, so who could resist to sample prostitutes throughout history? You want a whore from Biblical times, we can do that; from the times of Maria Antoinette, no problem; ancient Greece to pre-colonial Mexico to Victorian England. Try a harlot from the Wild West or a beer frau from 19th Century Germany!