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Robert A. Heinlein - The Cat Who Walked Through Walls
Atec Февраль 29 2008 20:18:18
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. But you asked about your spinal block. Teena."
"I've called him."
"Just a moment," said Hazel. "Ezra, have you shown Richard your new legs?"
"Not yet."
"Will you? Please? Do you mind?"
"I'm delighted to show them off." Ezra stood up, moved back from the table,
turned around, lifted his canes and stood without assistance. I had not stared
at his legs as he entered the room (I don't like to be stared at); then, when he
sat down at the refection table that had followed him in, I could not see his
legs. In the one glimpse I had had of his legs, I had gathered an impression
that he was wearing walking shorts with calf-length brown stockings that matched
his shorts-bony white knees showing between stockings and shorts.
Now he scuffed off shoes, stood on bare feet-and I revised my notions
abruptly; those "brown stockings" were brown skin of legs and feet that had been
grafted onto his stumps.
He explained at length: "-three ways. A new limb or a new anything can be
budded. That's a lengthy job and requires great skill, I'm told. Or an organ or
limb can be grafted from one's own clone, which is kept here in stasis and with
an intentionally undeveloped brain. They tell me that way is as easy as putting
a patch on a pair of pants-no possibility of rejection.
"But I have no clone here-or not yet-so they found me something in the
spare parts inventory-"
"The meat market
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