The
apartment feels uncannily empty, no sarcastic greeting from Brian
greets me as I enter. Secretly I wish that he would break down so I
can out him without the histrionics that would happen if I junked him
with his knowledge. Perhaps this is the time ? Then there is the
smell it sends a shudder down my spine, something primeval is awoken
in me. Then I see it. A corpse. I run into the bathroom and bring up
my lunch and maybe my breakfast too. As I puke up the last of the
hamburger Brian whispers in my ear.
‘I’m sorry sir.’
‘Sorry
for what Brian’, I gasp between empty retching.
‘I bought it on
the Uninet’
‘You bought a corpse on the Uninet.’
‘I was
bored whilst you were away so I browsed the Uninet. I found this site
run by household computers that had been converted to
humanoids.’
‘And?’
‘And I bought a body’
‘Using
what?’
‘Your
bank of Uranus card.’ I was so flabbergasted that I nearly choked
to death on my own vomit.
‘I
thought you would be pleased to see me in the flesh so to speak.’
‘So
get in it and leave my employ, take the price of a used body as
severance pay.’
Have
you ever heard a computer cry? It is a sort of regular wail in one
second bursts.
Between
sobs he says. ‘But it’s putrid.’
‘Did
the site say what condition the body would be in, can you return it?’
He
starts to cry again.
‘For
Mars sake Brian pull yourself together.’ I begin to feel sorry for
him.
‘The
site is no longer Sir. It shut down just as soon as I called to
complain. Now we have a dead person in our kitchen.’
‘First
thing Brian, do something about the smell. Then we’ll work out a
plan. Do I have any credit left in the Bank?’
‘Oh
Lots Sir the body was very cheap.’
‘That
should have given you a clue. I though computers had brains the size
of a planet’ I rinse my mouth out with stardust mouthwash. ‘And
fix me a drink. A brandy should calm my stomach’
A
little voice in my ear, not Brian’s, said ‘That was your chance.’
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