"FWLS43" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

"Now, I'm suspecting that you're not a doctor. However,
even someone who lacks a degree ought to know that once the head
has been turned into paste and the body left dead for that time
period, chances that they'll be pumping out guitar riffs the next
day are rather slim."

"You're the best, according to our feelers in the black
biotech market," the corp said. "Our computers predict that you
have the skills to complete the operation. And once again; we
will pay as much as you'd like for restoring Mr. Corbins' life
functions."

"You're not getting this, are you? He's a stiff! He's
snuffed it! Bereft of life, he drifts eternally. This is an EX-
MUSICIAN."

"It is possible, however, according to the computer."

"Yeah, if I have his DNA, a complete memory dump, and few
million creds of stuff on the parts market including a spine and
a SPARE HEAD," I laughed. "Best of luck at locating such
things."

The man whistled, and more corporate clones wheeled in
another rack, containing little specimen bottles and microchips.

"We've got all that," he stated.

"Gaah."

"What was that, Mr. Pickstile?"

"FLIP. I said 'gaah'. It's a term indicating surprise.
Alright, I'll look at the 'ol flannel boy and see if I can do
anything. I can't promise much, howver."

*

Damn, it was hard.

It worked, though. I needed to sculpt a new face off of the
head they gave me... I don't want to CONSIDER asking where it
came from. Not even the black market boys want to deal with
spine theft and head pinching. The hair wasn't the right tone,
but that's alright, a little dye could cure that.

The memory dumps were surprisingly complete. I was figuring
I'd have to completely reteach this joker Guitar 101 and Motor
Skills 202, but it looked like an entire memory dump. There were