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by Kevin J. Anderson


in a junkyard of synEyes, synLivers, synLungs--no thank you,
the company wasn't quite that desperate for pre-Servants.
Besides, the whole process had to be cost-effective or it didn't
make good business sense.
Any death from an accident, or poisoning, or even cardiac
arrest was fair game, though. The Enforcers brought in even
marginally adequate bodies, anyone they found dead,
whether after the curfew or during the daytime, whether dead
in bed or killed during one of the street riots. Sometimes
Rodney wondered what kind of hold Francois Nathans had on
the Enforcers Guild to make them cooperate so easily,
especially when Nathans publicly despised the Guild for
forcing its "protection" on all of them.
The inadequate pre-Servants, along with other discarded
bodies, were shipped off to be converted into animal feed for
the great Midwestern agricultural wasteland. Oh, sometimes
the family whined about not having the body of their loved
one for whatever funeral rites they desired, but Nathans and
his partner Stromgaard Van Ryman had won a major victory
by battling--both legally and morally--to convince the public
that the dead were a major resource to be used for all
mankind. What a terrible waste, they campaigned, to stick a
body uselessly into the ground just so a few family members
could cry over it.
Rodney brought the synHeart back to the table and,
adjusting the local room temperature to keep him from
perspiring, took a deep breath. He lowered his magnifying
goggles and arranged his tools, then set to work. He used
arterial sealants, capillary grafts, cellular cement to lock the

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cardiac pump firmly in place. Every half hour or so, a parade
of pain marched up and down his stiff back.
The technician worked alone, in silence, and when he
finally eased the tiny battery pellet into the synHeart's
chamber and made ready to close the chest wound, he mused
to himself, amazed at how easy it had been for him. His spine
ached, and his fingers felt stiff, but he felt proud at proving
his skill again. Let Supervisor try to deny that he was one of
the best damned technicians in all of Resurrection, Inc!
Though both of Rodney's parents had been blue-collars, he
himself had fought above all that. It could be done, if you had