As the limo turned up Beatty Street, Hector's eyes popped out. It was now a private gated street. The McMansion at 888 was a full-blown mansion with at least 60 rooms. The neighboring houses were gone for the most part. They were replaced with barracks for slaves, barns, and cottages. The few that remained were probably guest houses for the overseers. There were naked men harnessed to carts and carriages going to and fro on the estate.
Hector googled James Sommerset.
Sommerset Slaves LLC was the largest company in town. It trained, bred and brokered slaves. Hector's mother was married to James, but Max's mother had been a slave, so he'd been a slave from birth. This new reality was frightening. So Max hadn't done anything except get born to end up going from football star to- what the fuck? Max was still a football star. Like gladiators of ancient Rome, almost all the athletes were slaves and owned. Hector saw in his emails offers from several major teams interested in buying or leasing Max, when he completed high school.
Hector chuckled, high school graduation rates were around 95% now. If you didn't graduate, you were enslaved. Even if you were a slave you had to complete high school, and corporal punishment could be quite an incentive to study.
He wondered what other things were different now, as the car pulled up at the front door.