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It had taken three weeks just to get an appointment with a dissimulation adviser (‘Expert Advice for the Aspiring Physiologically Challenged’), and it was not going well.

‘You have to understand that we have quite a capacity problem. There’s a slot for a cellular disintegration. Pretty high tech. Two months.’

‘I can’t wait that long.’

‘I can offer you a lethal injection in four weeks.’


‘There’s a waiting list I can put you on. How about gassing. Two weeks.’

‘My family’s going back to Mars colony on Monday. Anything before then?’

‘There’s old fashioned shooting. Tomorrow.’

‘That’ll do nicely.’

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