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Death's Head Reunion

й 1999 by Jerry J. Davis



A Clark Gable clone stands passive while Marilyn Monroe pulls
at his elastic band pants ... they're gray, soft, and slips off
easily to reveal an enhanced wang surrounded by a gnarled forest
of curly black hair. Her velvet hand reaches out and caresses
Clark. He's smiling, his unit erect. "I've got something for you,"
he says.
A man behind the camera line is holding his head in both
hands, hiding his face. He can't watch. These are two legends,
heroes to him --- how can these people exploit them like this?
"Dreams are real," the announcer is saying. "You can dream.
You can live. You can live your dream."
Cinematia bodies. They're real. They're legal --- they're
made from your own DNA. You can have your DNA altered, you can
authorize your body to be grown. You can be downloaded into your
new body, and keep your old one as a spare --- or, for a huge tax
break, you can donate it to the organ banks for the poor.
The poor cover the world like a blanket of dust. The poor
cannot live their dreams. The poor have no dreams. We must help
the poor. Three percent of the world's population controls
ninety-seven percent of the wealth.
It is currently vogue to feel guilty about that.
Many donate money to organizations which feed, clothe, and
house the poor. Others donate money and organs to the Organ Bank
For The Poor. No one ever donates to the point that it hurts. No
one really feels that guilty.
The Clark Gable clone is now on top of the Marilyn Monroe
clone. It is graphic, wet, hot sex. Both are enjoying the scene
immensely. They enjoy being attractive, and feel no modesty. Their
old bodies, their God-given bodies, they had big noses and fat
thighs, poor skin, poor vision, and a general pear-shaped ugly
quality. Now they have the bodies of Movie Star Gods. The only
thing they retain are their fingerprints and retina scan.
The man behind the camera line peeks through his fingers.
Marilyn is gorgeous. This is sick! This is sick! What am I doing
in this business?
Because of the money, George. Because you're in that class
that is as rare as a poor child born without cancer: you belong in
the middle class. You are neither rich nor poor, and you strive to
be rich. Your body resembles a potato, your head is bald and one
of your eyes is bad so you sport a monocle. You want a woman like
this Marilyn clone, this Bernadette Petrezov. She would never
touch a potato-head like you, George, so you need a pot of gold to
buy yourself a Clark Gable suit, or James Dean, or Mel Gibson. And
this is your chance, George. This is it. And you sit there hiding