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A Future We'd Like To See 1.43 - Rock and Roll Will Never Die
By Twoflower (Copyright 1994)

I've had my fare share of weird patients. I don't mind;
that's what I got into the business for. Since biotech is such a
new industry, the government is keeping very tight wraps on what
you can and can't stick in a human's brain or body. Even the
stuff they advertise as 'powerful state of the art biotechnology'
is tame, little blue light special memory enhancers or online
organizers. Minor personality adjustments, perhaps some limb
modifications, that's as far as you could go legally.

But who said I did things legally?

I'm not in it for the money. I'm not in it for the girls
("Hey baby, wanna convince your body via neural programming that
you're having a good time?"). I'm in it for the fun; the ability
to do the impossible, the unmentionable, the unforgivable. All
the really twisted, warped, DEMENTED mad scientist things that
you couldn't even attempt until now.

The government was weak to ban most of the biotech
procedures. The foundations for all of them were right there in
The Amazing Imploding Upberg's files, just waiting to be used.
I'm one of the lucky few that got a hold of them before the
Confederation seized all copies and started passing laws.

Since then, I've become an expert, one of a dozen low-
profile doctors doing things that would make Doctor Frankenstein
give up and go to a retirement home. I've installed whole new
personalities, extra arms, extra genitalia, mental triggers and
enhancements of every conceivable notion.

I hadn't brought back someone from the dead yet, however.

They entered my office that day the way most of my clients
do; looking over a shoulder, overly cautious. I had the
laughable local police in my pocket anyway, so there wasn't a
need to worry about that. They looked like corporate wishy-
washies... dark suits, dark glasses, a vague hint of panic.

"Come on in," I motioned, waving from my desk where I was
playing computer pinball. "Greets. What can I do for or to you
for profit and amusement?"

"Are you unlicensed medical doctor Flipper Pickstile?" the
man asked, reading from one of my underground business cards.

"Yup, that's me. Call me Flip. So what do you need?"