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Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom \iii

Blurbs:

He sparkles! He zzes! He does backips and breaks the urniture! Science ction

needs Cory Doctorow!

Bruce Sterling

Author, The Hacker Crackdown and Distraction

In the true spirit o Walt Disney, Doctorow has ripped a part o our common

culture, mixed it with a brilliant story, and burned into our culture a new set o

memes that will be with us or a generation at least.

Lawrence Lessig

Author, The Future o Ideas

Cory Doctorow doesnt just write about the utureI think he lives there. Down

and Out in the Magic Kingdom isnt just a really good read, its also, like the best

kind o ction, a kind o guide book. See the Tomorrowland o Tomorrow today,

and while youre there, why not drop by Frontierland, and the Haunted Mansion

as well? (Its the Mansion thats the haunted heart o this book.) Cory makes me

eel nostalgic or the uturea dizzying, yet rather pleasant sensation, as i Im

spiraling down the tracks o Space Mountain over and over again. Visit the Magic

Kingdom and live orever!

Kelly Link

Author, Stranger Things Happen

Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom is the most entertaining and exciting sci-

ence ction story Ive read in the last ew years. I love page-turners, especially

when they are as unusual as this novel. I predict big things or Down and Outit

could easily become a breakout genre-buster.

Mark Frauenelder

Contributing Editor, Wired Magazine

Copyright 2003 Cory Doctorow

[email protected]

http://www.craphound.com/down

Tor Books, January 2003

ISBN: 0765304368


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Imagine you woke up one day and Walt Disney had taken over the world. Not

only that, but moneys been abolished and somebodys developed the Cure or

Death. Welcome to the Bitchun Societyand make sure youre strapped in tight,

because its going to be a wild ride. In a world where everyones wishes can come

true, one man returns to the original, crumbling city o dreamsDisney World.

Here in the spiritual center o the Bitchun Society he struggles to nd and pre-

serve the original, human ace o the Magic Kingdom against the young, post-human and increasingly alien inheritors o the Earth. Now that any experience

can be simulated, human relationships become ever more ragile; and to Julius,

the corny, mechanical ghosts o the Haunted Mansion have come to seem like

a precious link to a past when we could tell the real rom the simulated, the true

rom the alse.

Cory Doctorowcultural critic, Disneyphile, and ultimate Early Adopteruses

language with the reckless condence o the Beat poets. Yet behind the dazzling

prose and vibrant characters lie ideas we should all pay heed to. The uture rushes

on like a plummeting roller coaster, and its hard to see where were going. But at

least with this book Doctorow has given us a map o the park.

Karl Schroeder

Author, Permanence

Cory Doctorow is the most interesting new SF writer Ive come across in years. He

starts out at the point where older SF writers speculations end. Its a distinct plea-

sure to give him some Whue.

Rudy Rucker

Author, Spaceland

Cory Doctorow rocks! I check his blog about ten times a day, because hes always

one o the rst to notice a major incursion rom the social-technological-pop-cul-

tural uture, and his voice is a compelling vehicle or news rom the uture. Down

and Out in The Magic Kingdom is about a world that is visible in its outlines today,

i you know where to look, rom reputation systems to peer-to-peer adhocracies.

Doctorow knows where to look, and how to word-paint the rest o us into the

picture.

Howard Rheingold

Author, Smart Mobs

Doctorow is more than just a sick mind looking to twist the perceptions o those

whose realities remain uncorrupted - though that should be enough recommen-

dation to read his work. *Down and Out in the Magic K ingdom* is black comedic,

sci- prophecy on the dangers o surrendering our consensual hallucination to

the regime. Fun to read, but dicult to sleep aterwards.

Douglas RushkofAuthor o Cyberia and Media Virus!

Wow! Disney imagineering meets nanotechnology, the reputation economy, and

Ray Kurzweils transhuman uture. As much un as Neal Stephensons Snow Crash,

and as packed with mind bending ideas about social changes cascading rom the

rontiers o science.

Tim OReilly

Publisher and Founder, OReilly and Associates

Doctorow has created a rich and exciting vision o the uture, and then wrote a

page-turner o a story in it. I couldnt put the book down.

Bruce Schneier

Author, Secrets and Lies


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Cory Doctorow is one o our best new writers: smart, daring, savvy, entertaining,

ambitious, plugged-in, and as good a guide to the wired world o the twenty-rst

century that stretches out beore us as youre going to nd.

Gardner Dozois

Editor, Asimovs SF

Cory Doctorows Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom tells a gripping, ast-

paced story that hinges on thought-provoking extrapolation rom todays techni-

cal realities. This is the sort o book that captures and denes the spirit o a turning

point in human history when our tools remake ourselves and our world.

Mitch Kapor

Founder, Lotus, Inc., co-ounder Electronic Frontier Foundation

Contents

Blurbs: iii

A note about this book, February 12, 2004: ix

A note about this book, January 2, 2003: xv

PROLOGUE 1

CHAPTER 1 6

CHAPTER 2 11

CHAPTER 3 15

CHAPTER 4 30

CHAPTER 5 43

CHAPTER 6 59

CHAPTER 7 72

CHAPTER 8 87

CHAPTER 9 100

CHAPTER 10 112

Acknowledgements: 115

About the author: 116

Other books by Cory Doctorow: 117


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A note about this book,

February 12, 2004:

As you will see, when you read the text beneath this section, I released

this book a little over a year ago under the terms o a Creative Commons li-

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urther permission rom me. In this ashion, I enlisted my readers in the ser vice o

a grand experiment, to see how my book could nd its way into cultural relevance

and commercial success. The experiment worked out very satisactorily.

When I originally licensed the book under the terms set out in the next sec-

tion, I did so in the most conservative ashion possible, using CCs most restrictive

license. I wanted to dip my toe in beore taking a plunge. I wanted to see i the

sky would all: you see writers are routinely schooled by their peers that maximal

copyright is the only thing that stands between us and penury, and so ingrained

was this lesson in me that even though I had the intellectual intuition that a some

rights reserved regime would serve me well, I still couldnt shake the atavistic earthat I was about to do something very oolish indeed.

It wasnt oolish. Ive since released a short story collection:

A Place So Foreign and Eight More

http://craphound.com/place

and a second novel:

Eastern Standard Tribe

http://craphound.com/est

in this ashion, and my career is turning over like a goddamned locomotive en-

gine. I am thrilled beyond words (an extraordinary circumstance or a writer!) at

the way that this has all worked out.

And so *now* Im going to take a little bit o a plunge. Today, in coincidence

with my talk at the OReilly Emerging Technology Conerence:

Ebooks: Neither E, Nor Books

http://conerences.oreillynet.com/cs/et2004/view/esess/4693

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A note about this book,

January 2, 2003:

Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom is my rst novel. Its an ac tual,

no-oolin words-on-paper book, published by the good people at Tor Books

in New York City. You can buy this book in stores or online, by ollowing links like

this one:

http://www.craphound.com/down/buy.php

So, whats with this le? Good question.

Im releasing the entire text o this book as a ree, reely redistributable e-book.

You can download it, put it on a P2P net, put it on your site, email it to a riend,

and, i youre addicted to dead trees, you can even print it.

Why am I doing this thing? Well, its a long story, but to shorten it up: rst-time

novelists have a tough row to hoe. Our publishers dont have a lot o promotion-

al budget to throw at unknown actors like us. Mostly, we rise and all based on

word-o-mouth. Im not bad at word-o-mouth. I have a blog, Boing Boing (http://boingboing.net), where I do a *lot* o word-o-mouthing. I compulsively tell

riends and strangers about things that I like.

And telling people about stu I like is *way*, *way* easier i I can just send it to

em. Way easier.

Whats more, P2P nets kick all kinds o ass. Most o the books, music and movies

ever released are not available or sale, anywhere in the world. In the brie time

that P2P nets have ourished, the ad-hoc masses o the Internet have managed to

put just about *everything* online. Whats more, theyve done it or cheaper than

any other archiving/revival eort ever. Im a stone inovore and this kinda Internet

mishegas gives me a serious risson o uturosity.

Yeah, there are legal problems. Yeah, its hard to gure out how people are gon-

na make money doing it. Yeah, there is a lot o social upheaval and a serious threat

to innovation, reedom, business, and whatnot. Its your basic end-o-the-world-

as-we-know-it scenario, and as a science ction writer, end-o-the-world-as-we-

know-it scenaria are my stock-in-trade.

Im especially grateul to my publisher, Tor Books (http://www.tor.com) and my

editor, Patrick Nielsen Hayden (http://nielsenhayden.com/electrolite) or being

hep enough to let me try out this experiment.


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Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom \1

PROLOGUE

Ilived long enough to see the cure or death; to see the rise o the Bitc-

hun Society, to learn ten languages; to compose three symphonies; to realize

my boyhood dream o taking up residence in Disney World; to see the death o the

workplace and o work.I never thought Id live to see the day when Keep A-Movin Dan would decide to

deadhead until the heat death o the Universe.

Dan was in his second or third blush o youth when I rst met him, sometime

late-XXI. He was a rangy cowpoke, apparent 25 or so, all rawhide squint-lines and

sunburned neck, boots worn thin and innitely comortable. I was in the middle

o my Chem thesis, my ourth Doctorate, and he was taking a break rom Saving

the World, chilling on campus in Toronto and core-dumping or some poor Anthro

major. We hooked up at the Grad Students Unionthe GSU, or Gazoo or those

who knewon a busy Friday night, summer-ish. I was ghting a coral-slow battle

or a stool at the scratched bar, inching my way closer every time the press o

b di hit d d h h d th t d d b litt i tt


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Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom \32/ Cory Doctorow

still living rough and hard. He rubbed his chin again, his hard calluses grating

over his whiskers. But or me, the real rough lie is right here, on-world. The little

enclaves, each one is like an alternate history o humanitywhat i wed taken the

Free Energy, but not deadheading? What i wed taken deadheading, but only or

the critically ill, not or people who didnt want to be bored on long bus-rides? Or

no hyperlinks, no ad-hocracy, no Whue? Each one is dierent and wonderul.

I have a stupid habit o arguing or the sake o, and I ound mysel saying, Won-derul? Oh sure, nothing ner than, oh, lets see, dying, star ving, reezing, broiling,

killing, cruelty and ignorance and pain and misery. I know I sure miss it.

Keep A-Movin Dan snorted. You think a junkie misses sobriety?

I knocked on the bar. Hello! There arent any junkies anymore!

He struck another cig. But you know what a junkie is, right? Junkies dont miss

sobriety, because they dont remember how sharp everything was, how the pain

made the joy sweeter. We cant remember what it was like to work to earn our

keep; to worry that there might not be enough, that we might get sick or get hit

by a bus. We dont remember what it was like to take chances, and we sure as shit

dont remember what it elt like to have them pay o.

He had a point. Here I was, only in my second or third adulthood, and already

ready to toss it all in and do something, anything, else. He had a pointbut I

wasnt about to admit it. So you say. I say, I take a chance when I strike up a con-

versation in a bar, when I all in love And what about the deadheads? Two peo-

ple I know, they just went deadhead or ten thousand years! Tell me thats not tak-

ing a chance! Truth be told, almost everyone Id known in my eighty-some years

were deadheading or jaunting or just gone. Lonely days, then.

Brother, thats committing hal-assed suicide. The way were going, theyll be

lucky i someone doesnt just switch em o when it comes time to reanimate. In

case you havent noticed, its getting a little crowded around here.

I made pish-tosh sounds and wiped o my orehead with a bar-napkintheGazoo was beastly hot on summer nights. Uh-huh, just like the world was get-

ting a little crowded a hundred years ago, beore Free Energy. Like it was getting

too greenhousey, too nukey, too hot or too cold. We xed it then, well x it again

when the time comes. Im gonna be here in ten thousand years, you damn betcha,

but I think Ill do it the long way around.

He cocked his head again, and gave it some thought. I it had been any o the

other grad students, Id have assumed he was grepping or some bolstering ac-

toids to support his next sally. But with him, I just knew he was thinking about it,

the windowhe had too many zeroes to t on my standard display. I tried to act

cool, but he caught the upwards ick o my eyes and then their involuntary wid-

ening. He tried a little aw-shucksery, gave it up and let a prideul grin show.

I try not to pay it much mind. Some people, they get overly grateul. He

mustve seen my eyes ick up again, to pull his Whue history. Wait, dont go

doing thatIll tell you about it, you really got to know.

Damn, you know, its so easy to get used to lie without hyperlinks. Youd thinkyoud really miss em, but you dont.

And it clicked or me. He was a missionaryone o those ringe-dwellers who

act as emissary rom the Bitchun Society to the benighted corners o the world

where, or whatever reasons, they want to die, starve, and choke on petrochem

waste. Its amazing that these communities survive more than a generation; in the

Bitchun Society proper, we usually outlive our detractors. The missionaries dont

have such a high success rateyou have to be awully convincing to get through

to a culture thats already successully resisted nearly a centurys worth o propa-

gandabut when you convert a whole village, you accrue all the Whue they

have to give. More oten, missionaries end up getting rereshed rom a backup a-

ter they arent heard rom or a decade or so. Id never met one in the esh beore.

How many successul missions have you had? I asked.

Figured it out, huh? Ive just come o my th in twenty yearscounterrevo-

lutionaries hidden out in the old Cheyenne Mountain NORAD site, still there a

generation later. He sandpapered his whiskers with his ngertips. Their parents

went to ground ater their lies savings vanished, and they had no use or tech any

more advanced than a rie. Plenty o those, though.

He spun a ascinating yarn then, how he slowly gained the acceptance o the

mountain-dwellers, and then their trust, and then betrayed it in subtle, benecent

ways: introducing Free Energy to their greenhouses, then a gengineered crop or

two, then curing a couple deaths, slowly inching them toward the Bitchun Soci-ety, until they couldnt remember why they hadnt wanted to be a part o it rom

the start. Now they were mostly o-world, exploring toy rontiers with unlimited

energy and unlimited supplies and deadheading through the dull times en route.

I guess itd be too much o a shock or them to stay on-world. They think o

us as the enemy, you knowthey had all kinds o plans drawn up or when we

invaded them and took them away; hollow suicide teeth, booby-traps, all-back-

and-rendezvous points or the survivors. They just cant get over hating us, even

though we dont even know they exist. O-world, they can pretend that theyre


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tainty that we would encounter alien intelligences some day, o the unimaginable

rontiers open to each o us. Hed tell me that deadheading was a strong indica-

tor that ones personal reservoir o introspection and creativity was dry; and that

without struggle, there is no real victory.

This was a good ght, one we could have a thousand times without resolving.

Id get him to concede that Whue recaptured the true essence o money: in the

old days, i you were broke but respected, you wouldnt starve; contrariwise, i youwere rich and hated, no sum could buy you security and peace. By measuring the

thing that money really representedyour personal capital with your riends and

neighborsyou more accurately gauged your success.

And then hed lead me down a subtle, careully baited trail that led to my al-

lowing that while, yes, we might someday encounter alien species with wild and

abulous ways, that right now, there was a slightly depressing homogeneity to the

world.

On a ne spring day, I deended my thesis to two embodied humans and one

pro whose body was out or an overhaul, whose consciousness was present via

speakerphone rom the computer where it was resting. They all liked it. I collected

my sheepskin and went out hunting or Dan in the sweet, ower-stinking streets.

Hed gone. The Anthro major hed been torturing with his war-stories said that

theyd wrapped up that morning, and hed headed to the walled city o Tijuana, to

take his shot with the descendants o a platoon o US Marines whod settled there

and cut themselves o rom the Bitchun Society.

So I went to Disney World.

In deerence to Dan, I took the ight in realtime, in the minuscule cabin reserved

or those o us who stubbornly reused to be rozen and stacked like cordwood

or the two hour ight. I was the only one taking the trip in realtime, but a ight

attendant dutiully served me a urine-sample-sized orange juice and a rubbery,

pungent, cheese omelet. I stared out the windows at the innite clouds while theautopilot banked around the turbulence, and wondered when Id see Dan next.

the old-ashioned way.

I think that i Im still here in ten thousand years, Im going to be crazy as hell.

Ten thousand years, pal! Ten thousand years ago, the state-o-the-art was a goat.

You really think youre going to be anything recognizably human in a hundred

centuries? Me, Im not interested in being a post-person. Im going to wake up one

day, and Im going to say, Well, I guess Ive seen about enough, and thatll be my

last day.I had seen where he was going with this, and I had stopped paying attention

while I readied my response. I probably should have paid more attention. But

why? Why not just deadhead or a ew centuries, see i theres anything that takes

your ancy, and i not, back to sleep or a ew more? Why do anything so nal?

He embarrassed me by making a show o thinking it over again, making me eel

like I was just a hal-pissed glib poltroon. I suppose its because nothing else is.

Ive always known that someday, I was going to stop moving, stop seeking, stop

kicking, and have done with it. Therell come a day when I dont have anything let

to do, except stop.

#

On campus, they called him Keep-A-Movin Dan, because o his cow-

boy vibe and because o his liestyle, and he somehow grew to take over

every conversation I had or the next s ix months. I pinged his Whue a ew times,

and noticed that it was climbing steadily upward as he accumulated more esteem

rom the people he met.

Id pretty much pissed away most o my Whueall the savings rom the sym-

phonies and the rst three thesesdrinking mysel stupid at the G azoo, hogging

library terminals, pestering pros, until Id expended all the respect anyone had

ever aorded me. All except Dan, who, or some reason, stood me to regular beers

and meals and movies.I got to eeling like I was someone specialnot everyone had a chum as exotic

as Keep-A-Movin Dan, the legendary missionary who visited the only places let

that were closed to the Bitchun Society. I cant say or sure why he hung around

with me. He mentioned once or twice that hed liked my symphonies, and hed

read my Ergonomics thesis on applying theme -park crowd-control techniques in

urban settings, and liked what I had to say there. But I think it came down to us

having a good time needling each other.

Id talk to him about the vast carpet o the uture unrolling beore us, o the cer-


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I think Ill be able to manage a totter through the Haunted Mansion, i you just

give me a moment to rest my bursitis. I elt her smile against my shirt. She loved

the Mansion; loved to turn on the ballroom ghosts and dance their waltz with

them on the dusty oor, loved to try and stare down the marble busts in the li-

brary that ollowed your gaze as you passed.

I liked it too, but I really liked just sitting there with her, watching the water and

the trees. I was just getting ready to go when I heard a sot ping inside my cochlea.Damn, I said. Ive got a call.

Tell them youre busy, she said.

I will, I said, and answered the call subvocally. Julius here.

Hi, Julius. Its Dan. You got a minute?

I knew a thousand Dans, but I recognized the voice immediately, though itd

been ten years since we last got drunk at the Gazoo together. I muted the subvo-

cal and said, Lil, Ive got to take this. Do you mind?

Oh, no, not at all, she sarcased at me. She sat up and pulled out her crack pipe

and lit up.

Dan, I subvocalized, long time no speak.

Yeah, buddy, it sure has been, he said, and his voice cracked on a sob.

I turned and gave Lil such a look, she dropped her pipe. How can I help? she

said, sotly but switly. I waved her o and switched the phone to ull-vocal mode.

My voice sounded unnaturally loud in the cricket-punctuated calm.

Where you at, Dan? I asked.

Down here, in Orlando. Im stuck out on Pleasure Island.

All right, I said. Meet me at, uh, the Adventurers Club, upstairs on the couch

by the door. Ill be there in I shot a look at Lil, who knew the castmember-only

roads better than I. She ashed ten ngers at me. Ten minutes.

Okay, he said. Sorry. He had his voice back under control. I switched o.

Whats up? Lil asked.Im not sure. An old riend is in town. He sounds like hes got a problem.

Lil pointed a nger at me and made a trigger-squeezing gesture. There, she

said. Ive just dumped the best route to Pleasure Island to your public directory.

Keep me in the loop, okay?

I set o or the utilidor entrance near the Hall o Presidents and booted down

the stairs to the hum o the underground tunnel-system. I took the slidewalk to

CHAPTER 1

My girlfriend was 15 percent o my age, and I was old-ashioned

enough that it bugged me. Her name was Lil, and she was second-gener-

ation Disney World, her parents being among the original ad-hocracy that took

over the management o Liberty Square and Tom Sawyer Island. She was, quite

literally, raised in Walt Disney World and it showed.

It showed. She was neat and ecient in her every little thing, rom her shining

red hair to her careul accounting o each gear and cog in the animatronics that

were in her charge. Her olks were in canopic jars in Kissimmee, deadheading or

a ew centuries.

On a muggy Wednesday, we dangled our eet over the edge o the Liberty

Belles riverboat pier, watching the listless Conederate ag over Fort Langhorn on

Tom Sawyer Island by moonlight. The Magic Kingdom was all closed up and every

last guest had been chased out the gate underneath the Main Street train station,

and we were able to breathe a heavy sigh o relie, shuck parts o our costumes,

and relax together while the cicadas sang.I was more than a century old, but there was still a kind o magic in having my

arm around the warm, ine shoulders o a girl by moonlight, hidden rom the

hustle o the cleaning teams by the turnstiles, breathing the warm, moist air. Lil

plumped her head against my shoulder and gave me a buttery kiss under my

jaw.

Her name was McGill, I sang, gently.

But she called hersel Lil, she sang, warm breath on my collarbones.

And everyone knew her as Nancy, I sang.

Id been startled to know that she knew the Beatles. Theyd been old news in my

youth, ater all. But her parents had given her a thoroughi eclecticeducation.

Want to do a walk-through? she asked. It was one o her avorite duties, ex-

ploring every inch o the rides in her care with the lights on, ater the horde o

tourists had gone. We both liked to see the underpinnings o the magic. Maybe

that was why I kept picking at the relationship.

Im a little pooped. Lets sit a while longer, i you dont mind.

She heaved a dramatic sigh. Oh, all right. Old man. She reached up and gently

tweaked my nipple, and I gave a satisying little jump. I think the age dierence

bothered her, too, though she teased me or letting it get to me.

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Oh, yeah, Dan said, and slumped on the soa.

She poured him a cup and set it on a coaster on the coee table. Ill let you boys

catch up, then, she said, and started or the bedroom.

No, Dan said. Wait. I you dont mind. I think itd help i I could talk to some-

one younger, too.

She set her ace in the look o chirpy helpulness that all the second-gen cast-

members have at their instant disposal and settled into an armchair. She pulledout her pipe and lit a rock. I went through my crack period beore she was born,

just ater they made it deca, and I always elt old when I saw her and her riends

light up. Dan surprised me by holding out a hand to her and taking the pipe. He

toked heavily, then passed it back.

Dan closed his eyes again, then ground his sts into them, sipped his coee. It

was clear he was trying to gure out where to start.

I believed that I was braver than I really am, is what it boils down to, he said.

Who doesnt? I said.

I really thought I could do it. I knew that someday Id run out o things to do,

things to see. I knew that Id nish some day. You remember, we used to argue

about it. I swore Id be done, and that would be the end o it. And now I am. There

isnt a single place let on-world that isnt part o the Bitchun Society. There isnt a

single thing let that I want any part o.

So deadhead or a ew centuries, I said. Put the decision o.

No! he shouted, startling both o us. Im done. Its over.

So do it, Lil said.

I cant, he sobbed, and buried his ace in his hands. He cried like a baby, in

great, snoring sobs that shook his whole body. Lil went into the kitchen and got

some tissue, and passed it to me. I sat alongside him and awkwardly patted his

back.

Jesus, he said, into his palms. Jesus.Dan? I said, quietly.

He sat up and took the tissue, wiped o his ace and hands. Thanks, he said.

Ive tried to make a go o it, really I have. Ive spent the last eight years in Istan-

bul, writing papers on my missions, about the communities. I did some ollowup

studies, interviews. No one was interested. Not even me. I smoked a lot o hash. It

didnt help. So, one morning I woke up and went to the bazaar and said good bye

to the riends Id made there. Then I went to a pharmacy and had the man make

me up a lethal injection. He wished me good luck and I went back to my rooms. I

cast parking and zipped my little cart out to Pleasure Island.

#

Ifound Dan sitting on the L-shaped couch underneath rows o aked-up

trophy shots with humorous captions. Downstairs, castmembers were working

the animatronic masks and idols, chattering with the guests.

Dan was apparent ty plus, a little paunchy and stubbled. He had raccoon-mask bags under his eyes and he slumped listlessly. As I approached, I pinged his

Whue and was startled to see that it had dropped to nearly zero.

Jesus, I said, as I sat down next to him. You look like hell, Dan.

He nodded. Appearances can be deceptive, he said. But in this case, theyre

bang-on.

You want to talk about it? I asked.

Somewhere else, huh? I hear they ring in the New Year every night at midnight;

I think thatd be a little too much or me right now.

I led him out to my cart and cruised back to the place I shared with Lil, out in

Kissimmee. He smoked eight cigarettes on the twenty minute ride, hammering

one ater another into his mouth, lling my runabout with stinging clouds. I kept

glancing at him in the rear-view. He had his eyes closed, and in repose he looked

dead. I could hardly believe that this was my vibrant action-hero pal o yore.

Surreptitiously, I called Lils phone. Im bringing him home, I subvocalized. Hes

in rough shape. Not sure what its all about.

Ill make up the couch, she said. And get some coee together. Love you.

Back atcha, kid, I said.

As we approached the tacky little swaybacked ranch-house, he opened his eyes.

Youre a pal, Jules. I waved him o. No, really. I tried to think o who I could ca ll,

and you were the only one. Ive missed you, bud.

Lil said shed put some coee on, I said. You sound like you need it.Lil was waiting on the soa, a olded blanket and an extra pillow on the side

table, a pot o coee and some Disneyland Beijing mugs beside them. She stood

and extended her hand. Im Lil, she said.

Dan, he said. Its a pleasure.

I knew she was pinging his Whue and I caught her look o surprised disap-

proval. Us oldsters who predate Whue know that its important; but to the k ids,

its the world. Someone without any is automatically suspect. I watched her recov-

er quickly, smile, and surreptitiously wipe her hand on her jeans. Coee? she said.



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CHAPTER 2

Ad-hocracy works well, for the most part. Lils olks had taken over

the running o Liberty Square with a group o other interested, compat-

ible souls. They did a ne job, racked up gobs o Whue, and anyone who came

around and tried to take it over would be so reviled by the guests they wouldnt

nd a pot to piss in. Or theyd have such a wicked, radical approach that theyd

ouster Lils parents and their pals, and do a better job.

It can break down, though. There were pretenders to the thronea group

whod worked with the original ad-hocracy and then had moved o to other pur-

suitssome o them had gone to school, some o them had made movies, written

books, or gone o to Disneyland Beijing to help start things up. A ew had dead-

headed or a couple decades.

They came back to Liberty Square with a message: update the attractions. The

Liberty Square ad-hocs were the staunchest conservatives in the Magic Kingdom,

preserving the wheezing technology in the ace o a Park that changed almost

daily. The newcomer/old-timers were on-side with the rest o the Park, had theirsupport, and looked like they might make a successul go o it.

So it ell to Lil to make sure that there were no bugs in the meager attractions o

Liberty Square: the Hall o the Presidents, the Liberty Belle riverboat, and the glori-

ous Haunted Mansion, arguably the coolest attraction to come rom the evered

minds o the old-time Disney Imagineers.

I caught her backstage at the Hall o the Presidents, tinkering with Lincoln II, the

backup animatronic. Lil tried to keep two o everything running at speed, just in

case. She could swap out a dead bot or a backup in ve minutes at, which is all

that crowd-control would permit.

It had been two weeks since Dans arrival, and though Id barely seen him in that

time, his presence was vivid in our lives. Our little ranch-house had a new smell,

not unpleasant, o rejuve and hope and loss, something barely noticeable over the

tropical owers nodding in ront o our porch. My phone rang three or our times

a day, Dan checking in rom his rounds o the Park, seeking out some way to accu-

mulate personal capital. His excitement and dedication to the task were inspiring,

pulling me into his over-the-top-and-damn-the-torpedoes mode o being.

You just missed Dan, she said. She had her head in Lincolns chest, working

with an autosolder and a magnier. Bent over, red hair tied back in a neat bun,

sat there with the hypo all aternoon, then I decided to sleep on it, and I got up the

next morning and did it all over again. I looked inside mysel, and I saw that I didnt

have the guts. I just didnt have the guts. Ive stared down the barrels o a hundred

guns, had a thousand knives pressed up against my throat, but I didnt have the

guts to press that button.

You were too late, Lil said.

We both turned to look at her.You were a decade too late. Look at you. Youre pathetic. I you killed yoursel

right now, youd just be a washed-up loser who couldnt hack it. I youd done it

ten years earlier, you wouldve been going out on topa champion, retiring per-

manently. She set her mug down with a harder-than-necessary clunk.

Sometimes, Lil and I are right on the same wavelength. Sometimes, its like shes

on a dierent planet. All I could do was sit there, horried, and she was happy to

discuss the timing o my pals suicide.

But she was right. Dan nodded heavily, and I saw that he knew it, too.

A day late and a dollar short, he sighed.

Well, dont just sit there, she said. You know what youve got to do.

What? I said, involuntarily irritated by her tone.

She looked at me like I was being deliberately stupid. Hes got to get back on

top. Cleaned up, dried out, into some productive work. Get that Whue up, too.

Then he can kill himsel with dignity.

It was the stupidest thing Id ever heard. Dan, though, was cocking an eyebrow

at her and thinking hard. How old did you say you were? he asked.

Twenty-three, she said.

Wish Id had your smar ts at twenty-three, he said, and heaved a sigh, straight-

ening up. Can I stay here while I get the job done?

I looked askance at Lil, who considered or a moment, then nodded.

Sure, pal, sure, I said. I clapped him on the shoulder. You look beat.Beat doesnt begin to cover it, he said.

Good night, then, I said.



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ahead o schedule, theyve got good net-buzz, the ocus groups are cumming

themselves. The comedy went out o her expression, baring genuine worry.

She turned away and closed up Honest Abe, then ired her inger at him.

Smoothly, he began to run through his spiel, silent but or the sot hum and whine

o his servos. Lil mimed twiddling a knob and his audiotrack kicked in low: All the

armies o Europe, Asia, and Arica combinedcould not, by orce, make a track on

the Blue Ridge, nor take a drink rom the Ohio. I destruction be our lot, then weourselves must be its authorand its nisher. She mimed turning down the gain

and he ell silent again.

You said it, Mr. President, she said, and red her nger at him again, powering

him down. She bent and adjusted his hand-sewn period topcoat, then careully

wound and set the turnip-watch in his vest-pocket.

I put my arm around her shoulders. Youre doing all you canand its good

work, I said. Id allen into the easy castmember mode o speaking, voicing bland

armations. Hearing the words, I elt a ush o embarrassment. I pulled her into a

long, hard hug and umbled or better reassurance. Finding no words that would

do, I gave her a nal squeeze and let her go.

She looked at me sidelong and nodded her head. Itll be ne, o course, she

said. I mean, the worst possible scenario is that Debra will do her job very, very

well, and make things even better than they are now. Thats not so bad.

This was a 180-degree reversal o her position on the subject the last time wed

talked, but you dont live more than a century without learning when to point out

that sort o thing and when not to.

My cochlea struck twelve noon and a HUD appeared with my weekly backup

reminder. Lil was maneuvering Ben Franklin II out o his niche. I waved good-bye

at her back and walked away, to an uplink terminal. Once I was close enough or

secure broadband communications, I got ready to back up. My cochlea chimed

again and I answered it.

Yes, I subvocalized, impatiently. I hated getting distracted rom a backupone

o my enduring ears was that Id orget the backup altogether and leave mysel

vulnerable or an entire week until the next reminder. Id lost the knack o get-

ting into habits in my adolescence, giving in completely to machine-generated

reminders over conscious choice.

Its Dan. I heard the sound o the Park in ull swing behind himchildrens

laughter; bright, recorded animatronic spiels; the tromp o thousands o eet. Can

you meet me at the Tiki Room? Its pretty important.

sweat sheening her wiry reckled arms, smelling o girl-sweat and machine lubri-

cant, she made me wish there were a mattress somewhere backstage. I settled or

patting her behind aectionately, and she wriggled appreciatively. Hes looking

better.

His rejuve had taken him back to apparent 25, the way I remembered him. He

was rawboned and leathery, but still had the deeated stoop that had startled me

when I saw him at the Adventurers Club. What did he want?Hes been hanging out with Debrahe wanted to make sure I knew what shes

up to.

Debra was one o the old guard, a ormer comrade o Lils parents. Shed spent a

decade in Disneyland Beijing, coding sim-rides. I she had her way, wed tear down

every marvelous rube goldberg in the Park and replace them with pristine white

sim boxes on giant, articulated servos.

The problem was that she was really goodat coding sims. Her Great Movie Ride

rehab at MGM was breathtakingthe Star Wars sequence had already inspired a

hundred an-sites that elded millions o hits.

Shed leveraged her success into a deal with the Adventureland ad-hocs to

rehab the Pirates o the Caribbean, and their backstage areas were piled high

with reerence: treasure chests and cutlasses and bowsprits. It was terriying to

walk through; the Pirates was the last ride Walt personally supervised, and wed

thought it was sacrosanct. But Debra had built a Pirates sim in Beijing, based on

Chend I Sao, the XIXth century Chinese pirate queen, which was credited with

rescuing the Park rom obscurity and ruin. The Florida iteration would incorporate

the best aspects o its Chinese cousinthe AI-driven sims that communicated

with each other and with the guests, greeting them by name each time they rode

and spinning age-appropriate tales o piracy on the high seas; the spectacular

y-through o the aquatic necropolis o rotting junks on the sea-oor; the thrilling

pitch and yaw o the sim as it weathered a violent, breath-taking stormbut with

Western themes: wats o Jamaican pepper sauce crackling through the air; liquid

Aro-Caribbean accents; and swordghts conducted in the manner o the pirates

who plied the blue waters o the New World. Identical sims would stack like cord-

wood in the space currently occupied by the bulky ride-apparatus and dioramas,

quintupling capacity and halving load-time.

So, whats she up to?

Lil extracted hersel rom the Rail-Splitters mechanical guts and made a comical

moue o worry. Shes rehabbing the Piratesand doing an incredible job. Theyre



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CHAPTER 3

The Bitchun Society has had much experience with restores rom

backup in the era o the cure or death, people live pretty recklessly. Some

people get rereshed a couple dozen times a year.

Not me. I hate the process. Not so much that I wont participate in it. Everyone

who had serious philosophical conundra on that subject just, you know, died, a

generation beore. The Bitchun Society didnt need to convert its detractors, just

outlive them.

The rst time I died, it was not long ater my sixtieth birthday. I was SCUBA div-

ing at Playa Coral, near Veradero, Cuba. O course, I dont remember the incident,

but knowing my habits at that particular dive-site and having read the dive-logs

o my SCUBA-buddies, Ive reconstructed the events.

I was eeling my way through the lobster-caves, with a borrowed bottle and

mask. Id also borrowed a wetsuit, but I wasnt wearing itthe blood-temp salt

water was balm, and I hated erecting barriers between it and my skin. The caves

were made o coral and rocks, and they coiled and twisted like intestines. Througheach hole and around each corner, there was a hollow, rough sphere o surpass-

ing, alien beauty. Giant lobsters skittered over the walls and through the holes.

Schools o sh as bright as jewels darted and executed breath-taking precision

maneuvers as I disturbed their busy days. I do some o my best thinking under

water, and Im oten slipping o into dangerous reverie at depth. Normally, my

diving buddies ensure that I dont hurt mysel, but this time I got away rom them,

spidering orward into a tiny hole.

Where I got stuck.

My diving buddies were behind me, and I rapped on my bottle with the hilt

o my knie until one o them put a hand on my shoulder. My buddies saw what

was up, and attempted to pull me loose, but my bottle and buoyancy-control vest

were rmly wedged. The others exchanged hand signals, silently debating the

best way to get me loose. Suddenly, I was thrashing and kicking, and then I disap-

peared into the cave, minus my vest and bottle. Id apparently attempted to cut

through my vests straps and managed to sever the tube o my regulator. Ater

inhaling a jolt o sea water, Id thrashed ree into the cave, rolling into a monstrous

patch o spindly re-coral. Id inhaled another lungul o water and kicked madly

or a tiny hole in the caves ceiling, whence my buddies retrieved me shortly there-

Can it wait or teen? I asked.

Suresee you in teen.

I rung o and initiated the backup. A status-bar zipped across a HUD, dumping

the parts o my memory that were purely digital; then it nished and started in on

organic memory. My eyes rolled back in my head and my lie ashed beore my

eyes.



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ing that I elt that way because o certain temporary neurotransmitter presets that

had been put in place when I was restored.

Dan and Lil sat at my bedside. Lils tired, smiling ace was limned with hairs that

had snuck loose o her ponytail. She took my hand and k issed the smooth knuck-

les. Dan smiled benecently at me and I was seized with a warm, comorting eel-

ing o being surrounded by people who really loved me. I dug or words appropri-

ate to the scene, decided to wing it, opened my mouth and said, to my surprise,

I have to pee.

Dan and Lil smiled at each other. I lurched out o the bed, naked, and thumped

to the bathroom. My muscles were wonderully limber, with a brand-new spring

to them. Ater I ushed I leaned over and took hold o my ankles, then pulled my

head right to the oor, eeling the marvelous exibility o my back and legs and

buttocks. A scar on my knee was missing, as were the many lines that had criss-

crossed my ngers. When I looked in the mirror, I saw that my nose and earlobes

were smaller and perkier. The amiliar crows-eet and the rown-lines between my

eyebrows were gone. I had a days beard all overhead, ace, pubis, arms, legs.

I ran my hands over my body and chuckled at the ticklish newness o it all. I was

briey tempted to depilate all over, just to keep this eeling o newness orever,but the neurotransmitter presets were evaporating and a sense o urgency over

my murder was creeping up on me.

I tied a towel around my waist and made my way back to the bedroom. The

smells o tile-cleaner and owers and rejuve were bright in my nose, eervescent

as camphor. Dan and Lil stood when I came into the room and helped me to the

bed. Well, this sucks, I said.

Id gone straight rom the uplink through the utilidorsthree quick cuts o se-

curity cam ootage, one at the uplink, one in the corridor, and one at the exit in

the underpass between Liberty Square and Adventureland. I seemed bemused

and a little sad as I emerged rom the door, and began to weave my way through

the crowd, using a kind o sinuous, darting shufe that Id developed when I was

doing eld-work on my crowd-control thesis. I cut rapidly through the lunchtime

crowd toward the long roo o the Tiki Room, thatched with strips o shimmering

aluminum cut and painted to look like long grass.

Fuzzy shots now, rom Dans POV, o me moving closer to him, passing close to

a group o teenaged girls with extra elbows and knees, wearing environmentally

controlled cloaks and cowls covered with Epcot Center logomarks. One o them is

wearing a pith helmet, rom the Jungle Traders shop outside o the Jungle Cruise.

ater, drowned-blue except or the patchy red welts rom the stinging coral.

In those days, making a backup was a lot more complicated; the procedure took

most o a day, and had to be undertaken at a special clinic. Luckily, Id had one

made just beore I let or Cuba, a ew weeks earlier. My next-most-recent backup

was three years old, dating rom the completion o my second symphony.

They recovered me rom backup and into a orce-grown clone at Toronto Gen-

eral. As ar as I knew, Id laid down in the backup clinic one moment and arisen

the next. It took most o a year to get over the eeling that the whole world was

putting a monstrous joke over on me, that the drowned corpse Id seen was in-

deed my own. In my mind, the rebirth was gurative as well as literalthe missing

time was enough that I ound mysel hard-pressed to socialize with my pre-death

riends.

I told Dan the story during our rst riendship, and he immediately pounced on

the act that Id gone to Disney World to spend a week sorting out my eelings, re-

inventing mysel, moving to space, marrying a crazy lady. He ound it very curious

that I always rebooted mysel at Disney World. When I told him that I was going to

live there someday, he asked me i that would mean that I was done reinventing

mysel. Sometimes, as I ran my ngers through Lils sweet red curls, I thought othat remark and sighed great gusts o contentment and marveled that my riend

Dan had been so prescient.

The next time I died, theyd improved the technology somewhat. Id had a mas-

sive stroke in my seventy-third year, collapsing on the ice in the middle o a house-

league hockey game. By the time they cut my helmet away, the hematomae had

crushed my brain into a pulpy, blood-sotted mess. Id been lax in backing up, and

I lost most o a year. But they woke me gently, with a computer-generated precis

o the events o the missing interval, and a counselor contacted me daily or a year

until I elt at home again in my skin. Again, my lie rebooted, and I ound mysel in

Disney World, methodically ensing away the relationships Id built and starting

aresh in Boston, living on the ocean oor and working the heavy-metal harvest-

ers, a project that led, eventually, to my Chem thesis at U o T.

Ater I was shot dead at the Tiki Room, I had the opportunity to appreciate the

great leaps that restores had made in the intervening ten years. I woke in my own

bed, instantly aware o the events that led up to my third death as seen rom vari-

ous third-party POVs: security ootage rom the Adventureland cameras, synthe-

sized memories extracted rom Dans own backup, and a computer-generated y-

through o the scene. I woke eeling preternaturally calm and cheerul, and know-



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like wings, like jellysh, vertebrae spraying like shrapnel. I saw the girls smile, an

almost sexual smirk as she pulled the trigger on me.

It wasnt random, Lil said. The slug was denitely keyed to youthat means

that shed gotten close to you at some point.

Rightwhich meant that shed been to Disney World in the last ten years. That

narrowed it down, all right.

What happened to her ater Tomorrowland? I said.

We dont know, Lil said. Something wrong with the cameras. We lost her and

she never reappeared. She sounded hot and angryshe took equipment ailures

in the Magic K ingdom personally.

Whod want to do this? I asked, hating the sel-pity in my voice. It was the rst

time Id been murdered, but I didnt need to be a drama-queen about it.

Dans eyes got a ar-away look. Sometimes, people do things or reasons that

seem perectly reasonable to them, that the rest o the world couldnt hope to un-

derstand. Ive seen a ew assassinations, and they never made sense aterwards.

He stroked his chin. Sometimes, its better to look or temperament, rather than

motivation: who coulddo something like this?

Right. All we needed to do was investigate all the psychopaths whod visitedthe Magic Kingdom in ten years. That narrowed it down considerably. I pulled up

a HUD and checked the time. It had been our days since my murder. I had a shit

coming up, working the turnstiles at the Haunted Mansion. I liked to pull a couple

o those shits a month, just to keep mysel grounded; it helped to take a reality

check while I was churning away in the raried climate o my crowd-control simu-

lations.

I stood and went to my closet, started to dress.

Whatare you doing? Lil asked, alarmed.

Ive got a shit. Im running late.

Youre in no shape to work, Lil said, tugging at my elbow. I jerked ree o her.

Im negood as new. I barked a humorless laugh. Im not going to let those

bastards disrupt my lie any more.

Those bastards? I thoughtwhen had I decided that there was more than one?

But I knew it was true. There was no way that this was all planned by one person:

it had been executed too precisely, too thoroughly.

Dan moved to block the bedroom door. Wait a second, he said. You need rest.

I xed him with a doleul glare. Ill decide that, I said. He stepped aside.

Ill tag along, then, he said. Just in case.

Dans gaze icks away, to the Tiki Rooms entrance, where there is a short queue

o older men, then back, just as the girl with the pith helmet draws a stylish little

organic pistol, like a penis with a tail that coils around her arm. Casually, grinning,

she raises her arm and gestures with the pistol, exactly like Lil does with her nger

when shes uploading, and the pistol lunges orward. Dans gaze icks back to me.

Im pitching over, my lungs bursting out o my chest and spreading beore me like

wings, spinal gristle and viscera showering the guests beore me. A piece o my

nametag, now shrapnel, strikes Dan in the orehead, causing him to blink. When

he looks again, the group o girls is still there, but the girl with the pistol is long

gone.

The y-through is ar less conused. Everyone except me, Dan and the girl is

grayed-out. Were limned in highlighter yellow, moving in slow-motion. I emerge

rom the underpass and the girl moves rom the Swiss Family Robinson Treehouse

to the group o her riends. Dan starts to move towards me. The girl raises, arms

and res her pistol. The sel-guiding smart-slug, keyed to my body chemistry, ies

low, near ground level, weaving between the eet o the crowd, moving just below

the speed o sound. When it reaches me, it screams upwards and into my spine,

detonating once its entered my chest cavity.The girl has already made a lot o ground, back toward the Adventureland/Main

Street, USA gateway. The y-through speeds up, ollowing her as she merges with

the crowds on the street, ducking and weaving between them, moving toward

the breezeway at Sleeping Beauty Castle. She vanishes, then reappears, orty min-

utes later, in Tomorrowland, near the new Space Mountain complex, then disap-

pears again.

Has anyone IDd the girl? I asked, once Id nished reliving the events. The an-

ger was starting to boil within me now. My new sts clenched or the rst time,

sot palms and uncallused ngertips.

Dan shook his head. None o the girls she was with had ever seen her beore.

The ace was one o the Seven SistersHope. The Seven Sisters were a trendy col-

lection o designer aces. Every second teenage girl wore one o them.

How about Jungle Traders? I asked. Did they have a record o the pith helmet

purchase?

Lil rowned. We ran the Jungle Traders purchases back or six months: only

three matched the girls apparent age; all three have alibis. Chances are she stole

it.

Why? I asked, nally. In my minds eye, I saw my lungs bursting out o my chest,



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ond ride-through, running intererence or me with the other castmembers.

He was nearby when my break came up. I changed into civvies and we walked

over the cobbled streets, past the Hall o the Presidents, noting as I rounded the

corner that there was something dierent about the queue-area. Dan groaned.

They did it already, he said.

I looked closer. The turnstiles were blocked by a sandwich board: Mickey in a

Ben Franklin wig and biocals, holding a trowel. Excuse our mess! the sign de-

clared. Were renovating to serve you better!

I spotted one o Debras cronies standing behind the sign, a sel-satised smile

on his ace. Hed started o lie as a squat, northern Chinese, but had had his

bones lengthened and his cheekbones raised so that he looked almost eln. I took

one look at his smile and understoodDebra had established a toehold in Liberty

Square.

They led plans or the new Hall with the steering committee an hour ater you

got shot. The committee loved the plans; so did the net. Theyre promising not to

touch the Mansion.

You didnt mention this, I said, hotly.

We thought youd jump to conclusions. The timing was bad, but theres no in-dication that they arranged or the shooter. Everyones got an alibi; urthermore,

theyve all oered to submit their backups or proo.

Right, I said. Right. So they just happenedto have plans or a new Hall stand-

ing by. And they just happenedto le them ater I got shot, when all our ad-hocs

were busy worrying about me. I ts all a big coincidence.

Dan shook his head. Were not stupid, Jules. No one thinks that its a coinci-

dence. Debras the sort o person who keeps a lot o plans standing by, just in case.

But that just makes her a well-prepared opportunist, not a murderer.

I elt nauseated and exhausted. I was enough o a castmember that I sought out

a utilidor beore I collapsed against a wall, head down. Deeat seeped through me,

saturating me.

Dan crouched down beside me. I looked over at him. He was grinning wryly.

Posit, he said, or the moment, that Debra really did do this thing, set you up so

that she could take over.

I smiled, in spite o mysel. This was his explaining act, the thing he would do

whenever I ell into one o his rhetorical tricks back in the old days. All right, Ive

posited it.

Why would she: one, take out you instead o Lil or one o the real old-timers;

I pinged my Whue. I was up a couple percentilessympathy Whuebut it

was alling: Dan and Lil were radiating disapproval. Screw em.

I got into my runabout and Dan scrambled or the passenger door as I put it in

gear and sped out.

Are you sure youre all right? Dan said as I nearly rolled the runabout taking the

corner at the end o our cul-de-sac.

Why wouldnt I be? I said. Im as good as new.

Funny choice o words, he said. Some would say that you were new.

I groaned. Not this argument again, I said. I eel like me and no one else is mak-

ing that claim. Who cares i Ive been restored rom a backup?

All Im saying is, theres a dierence between you and an exact copy o you, isnt

there?

I knew what he was doing, distracting me with one o our old ights, but I

couldnt resist the bait, and as I marshalled my arguments, it actually helped calm

me down some. Dan was that kind o riend, a person who knew you better than

you knew yoursel. So youre saying that i you were obliterated and then recre-

ated, atom-or-atom, that you wouldnt be you anymore?

For the sake o argument, sure. Being destroyed and recreated is dierent romnot being destroyed at all, right?

Brush up on your quantum mechanics, pal. Youre being destroyed and recre-

ated a trillion times a second.

On a very, very small level

What dierence does that make?

Fine, Ill concede that. But youre not really an atom-or-atom copy. Youre a

clone, with a copied brainthats not the same as quantum destruction.

Very nice thing to say to someone whos just been murdered, pal. You got a

problem with clones?

And we were o and running.

#

The Mansions cast were sickeninglycheerul and solicitous. Each

o them made a point o coming around and touching the sti, starched

shoulder o my butlers costume, letting me know that i there was anything they

could do or me I gave them all a xed smile and tried to concentrate on the

guests, how they waited, when they arrived, how they dispersed through the exit

gate. Dan hovered nearby, occasionally taking the eight minute, twenty-two sec-



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The doors swung open, revealing Lil in a rotting maids uniorm, her eyes lined

with black, her skin powdered to a deathly pallor. She gave us a cold, considering

glare, then intoned, Master Gracey requests more bodies.

As we crowded into the cool, musty gloom o the parlor, Lil contrived to give

my ass an aectionate squeeze. I turned to return the avor, and saw Debras eln

comrade looming over Lils shoulder. My smile died on my lips.

The man locked eyes with me or a moment, and I saw something in there

some admixture o cruelty and worry that I didnt know what to make o. He

looked away immediately. Id known that Debra would have spies in the crowd,

o course, but with el-boy watching, I resolved to make this the best show I knew

how.

Its subtle, this business o making the show better rom within. Lil had already

slid aside the paneled wall that led to stretch-room number two, the most re-

cently serviced one. Once the crowd had moved inside, I tried to lead their eyes

by adjusting my body language to poses o subtle attention directed at the new

spotlights. When the newly remastered soundtrack came rom behind the sconce-

bearing gargoyles at the corners o the octagonal room, I leaned my body slight-

ly in the direction o the moving stereo-image. And an instant beore the lightssnapped out, I ostentatiously cast my eyes up into the scrim ceiling, noting that

others had taken my cue, so they were watching when the UV-lit corpse dropped

rom the pitch-dark ceiling, jerking against the noose at its neck.

The crowd led into the second queue area, where they boarded the Doom

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