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Death's Head Reunion


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 behind your hands afraid to look at those things you are so
close to having, so close you dare not breathe too hard for fear of blowing your chance away.
It's sick, he thinks. It's inhuman. It's unfair. But the words bounce around in his mind like


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ping-pong balls, full of air. They lose their meaning, their potency.
Marilyn fakes her fifteenth climax and they call it a rap. Into the editing chamber George