At a booth in Milliways sits a woman in her thirties, stirring a cup of tea, watching the stars explode. There is a fat boring-looking lawbook under her elbow, and a barcode across the back of her right hand.
"Shouldn't be that hard. I'd think someone would have to fuck something up pretty royally before they'd utterly fail to help. Whoever gets that technology off the ground stands to make vast sums of money obviating the need for salvaging organs from whole organisms."
"At the source? No. Sometimes someone will have an attack of guilt, but the companies survive the loss of their employees, and by the time the commissioners have this problem they've already fronted the money."
"So. It's really no trouble, anyway, I've got plenty of money. A 'sorry you were trained by my father's enemies to murder and replace me' present from my original."
"I tried to be as comprehensive as possible so if it's a matter of infrastructure you'll know what to aim for and if there are prohibitive differences in biology or physics you'll catch it sooner than later."
She picks up her teacup. There is no tea in it anymore. How sad. "I know a number of people at OOS and some from the Clone Legal Defense Fund, I'm sure someone knows where to send them once they've been digitized - and someone will know a clone with no job skills who'll delightedly take minimum wage to scan it all."
"I could've come up with digital copies in the first place but I didn't want to take a chance on the conversions. I'd be worried about translation if you weren't an Earth, but the languages seem pretty solidly consistent between instances of that planet and I know my English and your English are still mutually intelligible."
"No. Nor are we overflowing with dedicated charities about people being variously exploited on Jackson's Whole. Seems to be a regrettably common attitude that anybody who lives there deserves what they get."
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"Shouldn't be that hard. I'd think someone would have to fuck something up pretty royally before they'd utterly fail to help. Whoever gets that technology off the ground stands to make vast sums of money obviating the need for salvaging organs from whole organisms."
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"How much did they - I have some money, I can pay you for the books."
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She picks up her teacup. There is no tea in it anymore. How sad. "I know a number of people at OOS and some from the Clone Legal Defense Fund, I'm sure someone knows where to send them once they've been digitized - and someone will know a clone with no job skills who'll delightedly take minimum wage to scan it all."
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