Jack L. Chalker God inc 2 THe Shadow Dancers

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20-%20The%20Shadow%20Dancers.txt me. "There's no place more secure than here,
although nothing is absolutely secure. We are going to Mayar Eldrith's estate,
which is both private and isolated. He is a senior vice president of the
Corporation and chairman of the
Security Committee. His staff were all handpicked and are constantly checked
by me and are as secure as we can get. We have all the medical-techinical
apparatus needed to prep you for this job, and we'll do that as well as
practice the system as best we can. When we're ready, we'll also be ready over
in Vogel's pesthole of a world."
The flyin' bus turned and started down, and below we could see a real big
house, a bunch of smaller houses that were still bigger'n most of what we had
back home, with gardens and woods and stuff. It was the kind of country place
you might expect the Queen of England to have, and the kind I always dreamed
about.
There weren't no funny cubes and circles here; this place had real charm and
the outside, at least, looked like real wood, though it was real
modern-lookin' and had all kinds of crazy angles.
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We was met by a small group of young people all of which looked just as
beautiful and just as perfect as the ones in the station. I was already
feelin'
real self-conscious about my looks, kinda like bein' the only black in an
all-white town someplace out west. They wasn't white folks, but they was all
the same and they was sure different than any of us.
The main house was big-I think it coulda been the biggest hotel in
Philadelphia with room left over, though it was only four or five floors. It
just went on and on forever. They didn't take us there, though, but to a
smaller place down a hill and in some woods.
The inside was gorgeous, anyways-all wood paneling, thick carpeted floors that
felt and looked great, real modern-type furniture, soft lighting that seemed
to come from everywhere and went on when you came in and went down when you
left-all that. The upstairs rooms all looked out on a balcony onto an enormous
livin' room, kinda like in them luxury hotels.
"We use this place when we want privacy, even from the main house, where there
are a lot of comings and goings," Aldrath told us. "You'll find clothing and
the basics in the closets and bath upstairs. Your meals will be prepared by my
security staff and served below in the dining alcove. If you wish to go
outside, please limit yourself to the walks out the back of the house and do
not go to any other buildings or speak to anyone not on the staff without my
permission.
We have very little time and much to do. I know you must be tired now, so Bill
and I will leave you for now, but we start bright and early tomorrow morning
and the sessions will be long ones."
I had thought Bill would stay here, but it looked not. The whole place was
ours.
"Now, this is somethin' else!" I breathed. "The kinda place I always dreamed
of havin'!"
Sam was glum as usual. "Yeah, they treat the condemned with all the luxuries.
I
still got a bad feeling about all this. It's too complicated."
"Five million bucks, Sam! We can have our own place like this."
"Yeah-if we don't pay too high a price for it."
His name was Jamispur Samoka. He was another of them beautiful people,
fifty-one and lookin' maybe in his twenties, and wearin' a pale pastel blue
outfit that seemed to be the same here as lab whites were back home. He wasn't
no doctor-they didn't have doctors here like we did-but he was the same kind
of thing. His workroom looked like some mad scientist's shit from old horror
movies, but they was all designed to do different things to and for people. I
was scareder of him than of the mission.
"Much of this equipment was developed because our own people need some
modifications before venturing into other worlds," he told me. "Also, it's
often not possible to get an exact replacement for someone else when we need
to infiltrate a place. This equipment can make a close match seem an exact
match.
It can't work miracles but it can do wonders. Fortunately, we have had the
opportunity to get all the physical and genetic data from the woman you are to
replace, and that makes it a lot easier."
That didn't sit well with me. "How much of a change will there be? I know I
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the way I am." Five million bucks, I
kept tellin' myself. Just think of that.
"It's important to emphasize that there is nothing we can do here that can't
be undone here," he replied. "The trick is doing it in the first place.
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Whatever we do we have an exact record of doing and so we know the way to
reverse it. In your case, we do not need to do anything really major or
radical, anyway. The biggest problem here, which we don't face all the time,
is that you might be subjected to tests available to someone who knows of and
has some access to our technology. In effect, it must be so perfect that even
we can't detect what we've done. This fellow Vogel is a paranoid and sadist at
best. You must hold up to get close to him, and even though he doesn't know
we've made him as a traitor, he's bound to have been even more cautious and
paranoid because of his fear of discovery. Let me show you something." He
reached down, pushed a button, and pointed.
The place where he pointed flickered, then took on an outline of a woman that
quickly faded in and became solid and real three-dimensional. It was a black
woman, stark naked, and still as death.
"That is who you have to be," Jamispur told me.
I looked hard at the woman, seein' now that it was just some kinda 3-D
photograph. "Don't look much like me," I said. "That hair's long and straight.
I
never could get mine straight long enough to do much with it. Complexion's [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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