"BUJOLD, Lois McMaster - Vorkosigan 10 - Mirror Dance" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bujold Lois McMaster)

The arrangement was simple, though the surgical procedure upon which it was based was fiendishly complex. A clone

was grown from a customerТs somatic cell, gestated in a uterine replicator and then raised to physical maturity in BharaputraТs

creche, a sort of astonishingly-appointed orphanage. The clones were valuable, after all, their physical conditioning and health

of supreme importance. Then, when the time was right, they were cannibalized. In an operation that claimed a total success

rate of rather less than one hundred percent, the cloneТs progenitorТs brain was transplanted from its aged or damaged body

into a duplicate still in the first bloom of youth. The cloneТs brain was classified as medical waste.



The procedure was illegal on every planet in the wormhole nexus except JacksonТs Whole. That was fine with the

criminal Houses that ran the place. It gave them a nice monopoly, a steady business with lots of practice upon the stream of

wealthy off-worlders to keep their surgical teams at the top of their forms. As far as he had ever been able to tell, the attitude

of the rest of the worlds toward it all was "out of sight, out of mind." The spark of sympathetic, righteous anger in ThorneТs

eyes touched him on a level of pain so numb with use he was scarcely conscious of it any more, and he was appalled to realize

he was a heartbeat away from bursting into tears. ItТs probably a trick. He blew out his breath, another Naismith-ism.



ThorneТs brows drew down in intense thought. "Are you sure we should be taking the Ariel? Last I heard,Baron Ryoval

was still alive. ItТs bound to get his attention."



House Ryoval was one of BharaputraТs minor rivals in the illegal medical end of things. Its specialty was manufacturing

genetically-engineered or surgically sculptured humans for any purpose, including sexual, in effect slaves made-to-order; evil,

he supposed, but not the killing evil that obsessed him. But what had the Ariel to do with Baron Ryoval? He hadnТt a clue. Let

Thorne worry about it. Perhaps the hermaphrodite would drop more information later. He reminded himself to seize the first

opportunity to review the shipТs mission logs.



"This mission has nothing to do with House Ryoval. We shall avoid them."