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Sheepishly the Asian man keyed his Net password into the
terminal mounted in the armored hovercar; his ID checked
out.
"You know what we have to do now," Jones said from
behind his visor.
The man swallowed and hung his head in dejected horror.
"Yes."
"All your Net privileges are revoked for a week. Sorry.
Curfew is curfew." The Asian man sulked behind the
restraining field in the back of the hovercar while Jones and
Frampton escorted him home.
Without The Net recognizing his identity, the man would
effectively be a non-person for an entire week: he would not
be able to buy anything, make person-to-person video or

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Resurrection, Inc.
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voicelinks, call up entertainment, or even enter his own home
unless someone else let him in.
The man's wife looked frightened but not surprised when
the Enforcers arrived to escort her husband back into the
dwelling; she didn't look pleased to see him, and the prospect
of having to do everything herself for the next seven days
seemed to make her even angrier yet....
"Give me a hand here?" Frampton opened the refrigerated,
airtight compartment in the back of the hovercar and
returned to the slain man in the pentagram.
Jones bent to take the body's cold, naked feet while the
other Enforcer tightened his handhold under the man's
armpits. Jones could feel the rubbery dead flesh of the
victim's ankles even through his flexsteel-mesh gloves.
Frampton pursed his lips and grinned at the mouthlike
wound in the dead man's chest. "Well, it's off to the factory
for you, my boy. I bet you're going to miss all this
excitement, Jones."
Transfer generally equated with punishment in the
Enforcers Guild, and Jones had screwed up several days
before, during a daytime stint on the streets. He had frozen
for a moment, let his conscience whisper a few words in his
ear, when he had seen a rebel Servant break from her routine
and run.
All Servants were reanimated corpses, dead bodies with
microprocessors planted in their brains to make the bodies
move again, to let them walk and talk and do what they were
told. It was much cheaper than manufacturing androids from
scratch for doing menial and monotonous tasks.