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  “So now that you’re the absolute head honcho, what’s your first step?”

  “I’ve already taken it,” Ellis said, rising and moving to the window. “I’m shutting down the natal centers. No new sim embryos implanted, all unborns aborted.”

  Killing unborn sims…the idea sickened him. But it had to stop now.

  Voss grunted. “That leaves us a company without a product. But I guess you’re just stayin ahead of the curve, seein as how the government will pretty soon be gettin around to forcin us to do just that.”

  How true. News networks around the world had picked up the film of Meerm’s delivery; repeated broadcasts had raised a firestorm of protest: if sims and humans can interbreed, then sims should be members of the human genus.

  If they only knew.

  But they never would. Romy and Patrick had struck a deal: they would never reveal what they knew if Ellis never revealed that Romy would be raising Meerm’s baby, who she’d named Una. She wanted the child—mother a sim, father a pervert—to grow up out of the limelight without ever knowing her origins.

  Fair enough. Una and her mother had already done enough to further the sim cause. Ellis would do the rest.

  “Okay,” Voss said. “So no new sims. What about all the others out there already?”

  “I’m going to start recalling them. I want you to get the ball rolling on building dorms for them on our Arizona land. I want them built as fast as possible. As soon as a block is ready for habitation, I’ll cancel enough leases to fill it. That’s the way we’ll do it: a rolling recall until every living sim is out of the workforce and assured of freedom and comfort for the rest of their lives.”

  Voss swallowed. “At least they don’t live too long, but even so, you’re gonna bankrupt the company, son!”

  “Most likely.” He looked out at the gleaming buildings of the main campus, and the rolling hills beyond. “But we’ve got lots of hard assets. We’ll sell them all.”

  And when that’s not enough, he thought, I’ll use my own funds, every last penny if necessary.

  Ellis Sinclair figured he was long overdue to become his brothers’ keeper.

 

 

 


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