Thursday, July 17, 2008  #31 SECRET AGENT Are You Hooked?
genre: science fiction  Lucas Donson hated sorting heads. The
whole job sucked, but the heads were the worst. Twisted
expressions of horror or agony, glassy eyeballs, residual blood
spatters—the stares were the worst. Hands didn't stare at him.
Hell, none of the parts were as bad.  He tossed the current head
on the grinder disposal line. It had a dented skull and ugly,
blotched expression. One eye had been swollen shut. Maybe the
guy had been a wannabe suicide that hadn't had the balls, or
time, to go through with it. More probable was that the man had
resisted his permitted abuser or murderer. What an idiot.  Aw,
hell, I'm thinking about them again.  Luke wiped his hands on
his jumper and pocketed the extracted BrainChip into a hidden
seam opening. No alarms. He kept his breathing steady,
expression blank. If he didn't twitch, no one would notice the
thefts. He picked up the next head, a woman's. Good hair, decent
skin tone. Prosthetics could probabl