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From: "Jeff Rose" <jsrose@ix.netcom.com>
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Subject: RP: TG New U ch3

Obviously, the characters and situations presented are fiction and any
resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.  Please
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should be considered copyright 1997 Jeffrey S. Rose and no part should
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Jeffrey S Rose (jsrose@ix.netcom.com)

"Lineage, social status; why should these things matter so much?
That's how grown-ups are. If that's so, I'd be happier as a child,
never growing up."
- Washuu (Tenchi-Muyo!, OAV#8, Hello Baby)

"All humans, without exception, want love. No organic or emotional, or
psychological damage can remove that need. Humans can survive, albeit
in pain, without being loved - but lock a man in a dungeon and he will
find an ant to love, or try to. The sociopath, who feels no emotions,
wishes he could love, and is driven mad by his impotence."
- Michael Finn "Callahan's Secret

New U Ch.3: Related Themes by Jeff Rose 1997


Chris tightened the bolt while Jamie and Beth held the 4x6 in place.
"Jamie," Beth started, "I was wondering .. if it's not too personal
that is .." "Would his telling you it was make a difference?" "Shut up
Chris. Jamie, you know everything about what we can do and after all
the work you've done on our computer I'm sure you have at least as
much access to our records as we do." "True 'nuff." "In all the time
you've been with us, you've never asked about getting the 'New U'
treatment for yourself." "Nope.", Jamie looked up. Chris had finished
tightening the beam in place and was now looking at him with curiosity
in her eyes.  "Okay, it's like this right?", he said. "I'm only 30
right? You guys took all the requisite samples ayone would need to
clone me, or at least to provide me with a little tax deduction." Now
Chris and Beth looked confused. Jamie sighed and went on, "Hell,
assuming y'all are amenable, I could wait til I'm 60, or older and
still turn the clock back. I've come this far; I might as well at
least sample old age." "Besides, by then any possible side effects
would have cropped up, yes?" "OK troops, gather 'round for tea!", Anne
called as she walked up from the cellar entrance.  Jamie helped Chris
down as the four met at the picnic table in the back yard. "Jamie,
remind me to look around for something to replace this . Now what's
the topic of conversation today?" "Jamie just accused us of shoddy
work.", Chris said and pulled Anne upright. Handling her like a
product, she hefted Anne's ample breast.  "Now does this look like a
bad job?", she asked as Anne slapped her hand away any looked at Chris
in a way that reminded Jamie of an old Beatles song. Lennon' s voice
was still running round Jamie's head ("If looks could kill it would'a
been us instead'a himmmmm-AH!"), as he heard himself say, "That's not
what I was saying Chris. And don't fondle others in public, it's
rude." Jamie sipped his tea and thought for a moment.  "I was talking
about the fact that no one has done what you've done to yourselves. No
one, has any experience with this stuff. For instance, what ultimately
does a full 'New U' treatment do to the subject's immune system?"
"Jamie maybe I gave you too much credit. The S-1 through V, completely
takes over for the body's immune system.", Beth stated.  "Exactly! Now
let me tell you a story I read once." "Once upon a time, there were
two parents who loved their newborn very much. They wanted to protect
their baby from all the evil and nastiness in the world.  So they
enclosed their child in a bubble and carefully monitored every thing
that the child encountered there." "No food was brought in that might
sear his mouth or rot his teeth. No entertainment, neither book,nor
music, nor video, was that might elicit an emotional response was
allowed into that pristine environment." "And when the child was 18
and legally an adult, they acknowledged that they had done all they
could do to protect him and quite a few parents groups applauded their
efforts....and the poor dumb kid took two steps outside the bubble
before dying of excitement."

"Cute, nice O. Henry twist. What's the point?"Beth asked.  "You just
told me five separate series of nanites handle the same responsibility
as the immune system. Just what does that system do in the meantime?
You also told me that just after I was hired that you're guessing that
those nanites will shut down in about 100 years." Jamie began to warm
to his subject. "All of them will self destruct in 100 years?
Simultaneously? I doubt it. When I was reading through the overview of
the treatment, you noted that because of the nature of those very same
nanites, any attempts to alter or introduce new nanites would result
in their destruction as they were identified as invaders." "So lets
say (God forbid), in 40 years you lose your S-III's. There is now a
hole in your defenses and your natural immune system is defunct. I
think I'd feel pretty silly meeting St. Peter and having to admit that
I died of terminal Athlete's Foot." Jamie finished his tea."I love you
girls dearly," he said hugging first Anne, then Chris, finally taking
Beth's hands, he tried to make eye contact with each saying,"but until
I absolutely have to have that kind of support, I'll do the best I can
without." He winked at them and returned to the deck, humming. Beth
strained for a moment trying to identify the tune. Then screwed her
face up in disgust.  "Eheeuuww!"she groaned.  "What was that for?"
Chris asked.  "Believe me you don't want to know." Anne just stared at
the man moving another piece of lumber into position. "Break's over.",
she said.

* * *

"Just got the last of the tests faxed back fom Hopkins." Anne looked
up at Beth from the batch of requests and orders on the desk. "And..?"
"It's definite. Non-hodgekins Lymphoma.", Beth said as gently as she
could, placing the damning folder in front of Anne and then massaging
the older woman's shoulders. "They want to know when they can schedule
him for an appointment." Anne leafed through the pages looking for
some discrepancy in the tests and their results. All she could see was
Scott and her cobalt orbs went cold. "How Long to get a full treatment
prepared?"
* * *

Analyzing other people's work had been Harry Selznick's job for five
years now. He was very good at it and companies were willing to pay
him a lot to do it well.  Unfortunately one company was willing to pay
him even more to do it badly.  In a way, Harry's job was simple. He
would be presented with a proposed set of nanite designs for
production. Those plans would in turn be compared with the subject's
DNA for compatibility purposes. Similarly, when the treatment had been
manufactured he would check that against the original production
orders.  Harry had some help of course. The mini-cray in the basement
had the a complete set of data from the recently completed Human
Genome Project. Together, they could describe anyone with just a
single complete strand of the stuff. The FBI was seriously looking at
adopting the system he had developed for New U.  What Harry had been
doing with that system to the two special orders handed down from the
three rejuvenated women in the Baltimore facility went well out side
the duties in his job description.  This morning, Ms. Anderson
finished setting up the satellite link between the mini-cray in the
basement and the Baltimore facility. This pleased Harry as he'd held
up final approval of the Angstrom and McGowan packages for as long as
he dared. As far as the computer here knew there had been no tampering
with designs submitted by his soon to be former employers. The
computer in Baltimore was nother matter however. Since one of the
treatments was going there, he deftly told that computer to forget
about what it had been told before. This was what the Angstrom and
McGowan treatments should be. The computer took the data tentatively,
examined the authorization codes, and finding them to be good,
accepted the update. Convincing the machine that there had been no
update and that this was the data it had always had took a little
longer, but after some whining, the machine allowed that it had been
in error.  Grinning at his cleverness, Harry opened his briefcase and
looked over the original orders for McGowan and Angstrom. His new
employer was playing him a lot of money to disrupt the company. They'd
said nothing about killing anyone (Although they had implied it
forcefully.), and what he had done would result in no deaths. He and
the mini-cray had been very careful on that point. After all Harry
Selznick might be an industrial spy and saboteur, but he was not a
murderer."Ah well", he thought aloud, closing the folders and
briefcase.'They could've been siblings anyway." Chuckling to himself,
he realized that now they would be.  Harry called his secretary in and
passed the two release orders to her with proper routing instructions
and left to start his vacation.

* * *
At 65, (The) Richard Angstrom was out of practice feeling grateful.
Never the less, he'd had to consciously refrain from hugging and
kissing the whole staff at the New U clinic (His wife, Mary, had felt
no such need for such restraint.) when he and his daughter walked(!)
out to his car. The money he'd invested to accomplish this feat was
meaningless. He'd started with less some 50 years ago and he and mary
still could live out their lives in comfort.  Five years of chemo,
radiation and that god awful bone marrow transplant had been erased
from her life. Just last week his little girl had been virtually bald,
weighed less than 90 lbs. soaking wet and was at death's door. Now she
stood tall (if somewha shakily) on her re-fleshed legs. Her golden
hair was still short (Barely 3" long.), but just as thick as it had
been before five years ago. In fact, except for hair length, there was
almost no way to tell the difference between the 12 year old student
she was and the 17 year old former cancer patient she now was. She had
literally come full circle.  As he drove his family (His daughter
would come into her trust fund before he'd be able to afford a driver
again.), he glanced periodically into the rear view mirror at his
little girl. Neither he nor Mary however could see below Danielle's
shoulders and so never noticed the way she was absentmindedly
scratching her arms and belly, although both were taken by the thought
that her pale green eyes seemed brighter somehow.

End ch.3 Jeff Rose 1997









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