Gene Drifters: The Clone Soldier Chronicles-Book III by D.J. Takemoto
Authors: D.J. Takemoto
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regeneration market at Lanai;
especially after they found out they’d been targeted by the Inc. for robotic
outsourcing. They needed the funds to live, for citizen job skill enhancement,
for vaccines; the list went on and on. Bubble-stop #3 was underwater, right off
the coast of Lanai, the Refresh and Restore Spa and Retreat Island, R&R
Island for short. It was the world famous resort for CEOs and their families to
go have their faces, bodies, even organs swapped for cloned replacements.
Sitting in their tiny Inc-controlled underwater bubble-town
just off the coast of such wealth must have driven the citizens of #3 to their
current, less than legal actions…or at least some of them. That was why they’d
insisted on going for Roxanne Smoot, first. She hauled a full load of Stem-wads ®
eastbound, and they’d go for big chits on the Blacks, enough to procure R&R
shares big time, get a small piece of the action-game for the pirates.
Plus, there was the added huge bounty placed on Roxanne for
live delivery to Mr. Leo Songtain, that Stemworm CEO. What they did not
appreciate was the iron hold the Incs had on stock ownership. It was a capital
offense, life-long flash freeze to sell stocks to non-corporates. It would
upset their economic levels. Chad had agreed to kidnap Roxanne from her rig,
splitting the bounty with the pirates. But he knew the stocks would be out of
the question. He just wanted to get Dorian’s attention.
Well that had gone really well. He had no idea the rigs were
so carefully secured from entry. His two clone brothers, Jason and Saul involuntarily
provided a hand and arm dinner for Rose, Roxanne’s legendary flesh-eating Doberman
co-pilot. He’d had to dig into his dwindling emergency stash to get Jason an ID
for entry to R&R for hand regeneration procedures. Saul had bled to death
from loss of his arm, before they could get him to a regen-station. Chad still worried
that Jason would get ID’ed as a clone and culled. It would be another two days
before his hand replacement was complete; before the cooking was done. Then he
and Chad had to find the rest of his clan, to help them escape before delivery
to certain “Death by Dina Nampeyo.”
So in the meantime, he’d suggested an alternate plan to the
pirates, snatch Gimlet from the party tunnel, and trade her for Roxanne. Snatching
someone from the Nipon party tunnels was always easy. And he knew Roxanne would
volunteer herself to rescue Gimlet. Then Leo’s bounty for live delivery of the
object of his obsession, Roxanne Smoot, would bring about a billion gold
vouchers to buy up some unlisted stocks from the Blacks, or at least keep the
#3ers in food and vaccines for a while.
But, maybe he could negotiate a stock buy with Dorian. Chad
had met a guy who dealt in unlisted stocks, trading them for legits; he was an
Israeli, Chad thought. Frankly he didn’t care that much about the pirates or
their stocks. He just wanted an audience with Dorian, to ask for a truce
between the rebels and the clones. But after his brief mind read of Gimlet, he wasn’t
so sure Dorian would want to interfere with his wife’s crusade against the
clone soldiers. And Chad didn’t exactly relish the possibility of coming in
contact with Gimlet’s notorious, evil mother.
At present, he was unsure of what to do.
While Chad ruminated on his options, Gimlet finished her
pancakes glopped in coconut syrup. She had to admit he was a great cook; the
pancakes were light and fluffy, almost as good as the ones Eldridge made.
Speaking of which, she hoped Roxanne or Eldridge had been alerted to her gone
missing status. Surely they would send out an alert to the tunnel security,
or even the WME.
No, Roxanne and Eldridge usually wanted nothing to do with
the WME. Plus, if her kidnappers had done nothing off limits for tunnel haul
regulations, the Inc. would be loath to investigate. They allowed the #3ers
some leeway, as long as hauls went untouched. And, grabbing up a
especially after they found out they’d been targeted by the Inc. for robotic
outsourcing. They needed the funds to live, for citizen job skill enhancement,
for vaccines; the list went on and on. Bubble-stop #3 was underwater, right off
the coast of Lanai, the Refresh and Restore Spa and Retreat Island, R&R
Island for short. It was the world famous resort for CEOs and their families to
go have their faces, bodies, even organs swapped for cloned replacements.
Sitting in their tiny Inc-controlled underwater bubble-town
just off the coast of such wealth must have driven the citizens of #3 to their
current, less than legal actions…or at least some of them. That was why they’d
insisted on going for Roxanne Smoot, first. She hauled a full load of Stem-wads ®
eastbound, and they’d go for big chits on the Blacks, enough to procure R&R
shares big time, get a small piece of the action-game for the pirates.
Plus, there was the added huge bounty placed on Roxanne for
live delivery to Mr. Leo Songtain, that Stemworm CEO. What they did not
appreciate was the iron hold the Incs had on stock ownership. It was a capital
offense, life-long flash freeze to sell stocks to non-corporates. It would
upset their economic levels. Chad had agreed to kidnap Roxanne from her rig,
splitting the bounty with the pirates. But he knew the stocks would be out of
the question. He just wanted to get Dorian’s attention.
Well that had gone really well. He had no idea the rigs were
so carefully secured from entry. His two clone brothers, Jason and Saul involuntarily
provided a hand and arm dinner for Rose, Roxanne’s legendary flesh-eating Doberman
co-pilot. He’d had to dig into his dwindling emergency stash to get Jason an ID
for entry to R&R for hand regeneration procedures. Saul had bled to death
from loss of his arm, before they could get him to a regen-station. Chad still worried
that Jason would get ID’ed as a clone and culled. It would be another two days
before his hand replacement was complete; before the cooking was done. Then he
and Chad had to find the rest of his clan, to help them escape before delivery
to certain “Death by Dina Nampeyo.”
So in the meantime, he’d suggested an alternate plan to the
pirates, snatch Gimlet from the party tunnel, and trade her for Roxanne. Snatching
someone from the Nipon party tunnels was always easy. And he knew Roxanne would
volunteer herself to rescue Gimlet. Then Leo’s bounty for live delivery of the
object of his obsession, Roxanne Smoot, would bring about a billion gold
vouchers to buy up some unlisted stocks from the Blacks, or at least keep the
#3ers in food and vaccines for a while.
But, maybe he could negotiate a stock buy with Dorian. Chad
had met a guy who dealt in unlisted stocks, trading them for legits; he was an
Israeli, Chad thought. Frankly he didn’t care that much about the pirates or
their stocks. He just wanted an audience with Dorian, to ask for a truce
between the rebels and the clones. But after his brief mind read of Gimlet, he wasn’t
so sure Dorian would want to interfere with his wife’s crusade against the
clone soldiers. And Chad didn’t exactly relish the possibility of coming in
contact with Gimlet’s notorious, evil mother.
At present, he was unsure of what to do.
While Chad ruminated on his options, Gimlet finished her
pancakes glopped in coconut syrup. She had to admit he was a great cook; the
pancakes were light and fluffy, almost as good as the ones Eldridge made.
Speaking of which, she hoped Roxanne or Eldridge had been alerted to her gone
missing status. Surely they would send out an alert to the tunnel security,
or even the WME.
No, Roxanne and Eldridge usually wanted nothing to do with
the WME. Plus, if her kidnappers had done nothing off limits for tunnel haul
regulations, the Inc. would be loath to investigate. They allowed the #3ers
some leeway, as long as hauls went untouched. And, grabbing up a
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