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JamesSavik

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Dreams of Tomorrow

 

The Red Planet Bar & Grill was like a thousand others. It was a seedy little establishment at the edge of Flynt-towns spaceport and, much like the town, it had seen better days. When Mars was booming, the place would easily seat a few thousand people a night. Now a good night was barely a hundred. It was just the sort of dark, quiet place that Daniel Sokolsky was looking for to do business. He picked a nice dark booth in the back, ordered a steak and waited for his contact.

 

Peter Devries of GenTech arrived shortly after his steak. The dowdy scientist looked a little twitchy. As he arrived at the table, he scanned the few customers in the bar. Satisfying himself that nothing looked wrong, he sat down in the seat opposite Sokolsky.

 

Daniel looked up from his steak and said, "Could you have tried to look a little more sneaky?"

 

Devries ordered a beer and sat back in his chair scanning the small crowd. "What you are asking me to do is a serious crime Mr. Sokolsky. I have to ask: are you a member of the Alliance Secret Service?"

 

"No. Of course not."

 

"The Human Genome Protection Act is very serious business. They would send us to a penal colony for decades if they knew we were even talking about breaking it."

 

Sokolsky waved his hand at the bar, "You can buy guns, dust or arrange a murder here. The mob runs this place and the cops are paid to stay out."

 

Devries still looked skeptical but he seemed to relax. He turned on an electronic jammer device and placed it on the table so that their conversation could not be recorded. "Like I told you and your wife, we take samples of both your DNA, sequence it, remove any genetic defect or disease and implant a perfect fetus. That's legal. We do it a few hundred times a day all over the planet. It's even necessary because of all the genetic damage that most Mars natives have taken from radiation over the years."

 

Sokolsky said, "It's the enhancements that we're interested in."

 

"So you want a genius or a champion athlete."

 

Sokolsky shook his head. "No. We just want to give our son and edge- edge enough to get out of this place. Mars is a slum and since it was mined out, it is only getting worse."

 

"So why don't you sign on for one of the new colonies?" Devries asked as he was sipping his beer.

 

"Because it is dangerous and difficult and so many of them fail. I've got a good job here but I want to give my son options."

 

Devries sighed. "OK. Its expensive and I've got to tell you that it is dangerous. Ordinarily our implantation procedures are completely safe but with enhancements, there a 27% failure rate. There is also a small chance of a rare genetic anomaly occurring as the child matures."

 

"You aren't much of a salesman Mr. Devries."

 

"I'm trying to talk you out of it. Public hysteria over enhanced individuals is... quite hysterical these days."

 

Sokolsky said, "I think we can keep it under wraps."

 

"You had better. Enhancements carry a mandatory ten year minimum sentence under the new law."

 

"So let's talk specifics. What exactly can you deliver?"

 

Devries smiled and said, "I think we have just what you are looking for. Dr. Bruckner discovered it in her Masters work. For her Masters thesis, Dr. Bruckner studied the DNA of a number of very prominent scientists: Einstein, Gauss, Liu, Shu- men and women who were the genius of their age. She found something that 98% of them had in common: a mutation in the gene designated H76. We can add it and your son will have the tools that will put him well ahead of his peers."

 

Sokolsky asked, "How much?"

 

"400,000 credits. Under the table of course."

 

"How will we know that we have gotten what we paid for?"

 

"You will know. Believe me. You will know quite soon. Just be prepared for Ivy League tuitions in fifteen years or sooner."

 

Sokolsky paused and said,

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Just because I'm a bastard... :P you're using what appears to be a standard clock for time, though Mars's day is slightly longer than 24 hours. It's too early in the story to introduce what's been done, but how do you intend to resolve that?

 

I remember one story I read where they essentially have the clocks stop for the required minutes (just under 37.5 minutes). A sort of 'no-time' period. If that approach is taken I can see some sort of rituals or conventions developing regarding that time period. Probably not significant to the story (though it could be), but it would add to the flavour.

 

:D I said it before, and I'll say it again -- you've got a talent for science fiction! :2thumbs:

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