Jonas Astor looked out his penthouse's window at the dusky cityscape bellow. He put the glass of ice water down on a nearby modern end table. He reflected that it was good being rich in today's society. He sat here, while thousands bellow sat down there. Gently he touched the digital buttons near the window and it tinted itself darker. It had been his birthday not long ago and his father got him one of those new pets. Deciding he liked that idea he bought another one, and there was supposed to be one more as payment for a little smart hedge-fund work. If he hadn't had two already on the way he wouldn't have accepted. They were extremely expensive, especially since he got his from a high-end establishment. They were, or used to be regular women, but the problems with mammals over the last several years had caused some very radical shifts in thinking, to put it lightly.<br/><br/>Jonas ate mostly seafood which was doing better than ever really so his interest in this new trend was merely in the pet department. They were supposed to arrive today, but not even the newest, fastest computers could predict when the post was going to arrive on time. Bored he sat on the black leather sofa and flipped through the channels of his large T.V.<br/><br/>Jonas was about twenty-nine and wealthy. Most of it came from his family but he had a head for investment. He was in shape too. He did some minor bodybuilding but mostly he swam or ran. Sometimes he cycled. He had a lean physique that was expertly defined. He had a somewhat broad face and angular features. He had a perfectly light tan as well. His short sued-brown hair was arranged in haphazard fashion and his green-brown eyes looked out over the T.V. screen with disinterest.<br/><br/>He wore a black dress shirt buttoned but not tucked in. He wore black socks and dark-blue jeans. The expensive watch on his wrist said it was almost five O'clock. He had spent a lot of money and time getting his apartment (which took up the whole floor of the building complex) up to specs for the strange and exotic pets.<br/><br/>His eyes flicked anxiously toward the black, warm wood of the modernly-cut door to his home. Well, he couldn't actually see it from where he sat, but he knew they'd be coming there. He had nothing to do but wait.