 "I
find it amusing that you ask me only now," said
the old man. "Did you believe you knew the
answer?"
"I didn't think about it," Joe said. "I figured
from the first that you did something like I
did, something not too bad, but serious enough
to do serious time."
Zhang nodded. "And what I did, do you consider
this ‘bad’?"
Joe stared. "Don't you? Zhang, it's a form of
sex trafficking."
One withered hand lifted in an offhand wave.
"No. It is the breeding of fine stock."
It was necessary to think on this for several
moments, on the old man's guiltless attitude, on
the sour breath Joe had always noticed but now
took offense to for the first time. Joe wasn't
cool with the idea of cooking up compatible
concubines for rich, spoiled sons, and killing
innocent women to do it. He knew scientists did
experimentation with stem cells to try and help
cure and prevent disease, but they sure as shit
weren't using droppers to create future dates.
"Not only do I think it's bad," said Joe, "I
think it's the most disgusting thing I've ever
heard. Who do you think you are, playing with
human life?" |
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