By Eric Garcia
ISBN-10: 006171304X
ISBN-13: 9780061713040
In a courageous new international, you will by no means need to die . . . so long as you retain up with the funds.
due to the technological miracle of artiforgs, you can now dwell nearly ceaselessly. approximately indestructible synthetic organs, those wonders of steel and plastic are way more trustworthy and effective than the cancer-prone lungs and fallible kidneys you have been born with—and the credits Union can be thrilled to see an equitable money plan. yet, after all, in the event you fall antisocial, certainly one of their devoted pros might be dispatched to trace you down and take their product again.
this is often the tale of the making—and unmaking—of the most effective Repo males within the extraction company, who reveals his soul while he loses his center . . . after which he has to run.
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Another groan escaped his lips, followed by a gush of fluid, but he didn‘t pause for a moment. As his body lurched about the Credit Union floor, torso heaving, legs shaking in a herky-jerky dance of death, the deadbeat grabbed hold, and grabbed hold tight. And then, with what must have been his last remnants of strength and will, he yanked. And as he stumbled forward—his mechanical PK–14 Marshodyne fully functional pancreas with Auto-Insulin release clicking away in his bloody, outstretched hands, the titanium receptacle catheters still attached to the frayed ends of torn veins and arteries—the guards, who had not been at all put off when this man was wielding an 8-inch-long hunting knife, got spooked enough by the sight of a fellow offering up his own artiforg for repossession to launch into a full-scale assault, even though the man was, by all rights, only seconds from death.
The top of the mascot costume sat, lifeless, on the ground, while the teenager who the Union had hired to play the organ dragged on a cigarette. He took long, slow puffs, releasing his stress into his own cardiovascular system. I approached from behind, tapping the gangly kid on the shoulder. He must have been six-one, six-two, and couldn‘t have weighed more than a buck fifty. As he turned, I plucked the cigarette from the Lung‘s mouth. ‖ That‘s about when he got a look at me, and probably—no, definitely—wet himself.
There was a message, not typed in the heavily inked letters of the Underwood, but scrawled in a tight, furious scribble of red ballpoint. I spun around, legs suddenly leaden, the world slipping into a slow-motion crawl, the camera inside my head panning around in a dramatic lurch as my vision settled on the paper and its freshly written sentence. For ease of use, I will simply include the two-word note, original sheet and all, right here, right now. This is what it said: SHUT U P. The reality that I have been found out, that I am no longer alone, does not bother me as much as I thought it would; perhaps the concept of companionship, invisible or otherwise, is enough to blunt the dull fear of having been located and asked to silence myself.