“So you want the standard immunity package?”
“Yes. We’d also like the Athletiboost and Academospogia additions.”
“Excellent choices, Mr. Bohun. And what do you want done with the surrogate?”
Bohun waved at the doctor as one shooing away a waiter. “You can do as you like.”
Doctor Anson tried to keep the consternation from his face. No need to upset a client with this much clout. Still, “I’m afraid as a clone, the surrogate doesn’t have civilian standing. We can’t simply release it.”
Bohun cocked an eyebrow, put out by having a decision pushed on him. “So do what you normally do?”
Anson sighed, attempting to appear as accommodating as possible. “Unfortunately, by law the ultimate decision on the clone resides on the customer.” He shook his head, “My apologies. I meant expectant parent.”
Bohun expelled a gradient of inconvenienced displeasure through his nose. “Very well. What are my options?”
“Well, you could adopt her.”
“The surrogate? Don’t be obscene.”
“You could employ her. That would grant her temporary standing.”
“We already have a nanny. By god, she was one of the DNA combinators. I’m not going to throw her over the wall to replace her with a clone.”
“Well, then, we could reconstitute her into the protein natatorium. It would return her to a,” Anson looked for a word, settling on, “primordial state. This would mean the genetic material could be reused without exact reconstitution by other clients.”
“Why didn’t you say so? Do that.”
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