Freejack Page #2

. . .or where.

Maybe I died.

What did they call me?

Pathetic?

A Freejack.

Holy sh*t!

Got him. His image is

in the Central Data Bank.

If he even walks past a vid-phone,

he's ours.

Retrieval costs 1 7 million.

Think his body's worth it?

I'd sell him yours for half that.

Someone would.

Few people knew the timing

of the retrieval convoy.

I know anyone indulging

in commerce on the side?

I don't, but it's worth checking.

It sure is.

Step up.

Come on, Victor.

I never have nor will. . .

. . .divulge information outside

of this organization.

Frankly, I'm surprised you'd

even test me.

I'm not testing you.

I'm testing the machine.

It works.

Have the others tested.

Some rich son of a b*tch dies. . .

. . .they save his mind

in a computer. . .

. . .they call

the Spiritual Switchboard.

There is nothing spiritual about that.

Sometimes I wonder if the good Lord

has forsaken us all. . .

. . .to be letting this kind

of sh*t go on.

Then they transfer his mind. . .

. . .to your body.

That's his ticket to immortality.

A brain transplant?

A mind transplant.

Electronically, your mind will be

utterly annihilated.

Sorry, she's not here.

Julie Redlund.

-Nothing?

-No listing.

Maybe she moved out of town.

She may have married, have a new name.

She could be dead.

Brad Carter. Try that one.

He's in Sector 7.

You probably knew it as Park Slope.

If you think this neighborhood is

dangerous. . .

. . .you have a surprise coming.

Now, they're probably looking for you

by now, so you must go. Now.

This place is not safe for you,

or us if you're here.

Here's some food.

I keep it hidden.

-Be careful out there.

-I will.

Thank you, Sister.

The Lord moves in mysterious ways.

He does.

Can you tell me

where I can find 2784?

Excuse me, sir.

I'm looking for 278--

Son of a b*tch!

I knew it!

Alex Furlong!

I knew it! I always knew it!

Look at you!

As young and healthy

as the day you got into that car!

The bastards snatched you!

You got no idea the sh*t I got.

The insurance wouldn't pay.

They couldn't find the body.

-You had me insured?

-I have all my drivers insured.

It did no good with you.

I looked for pieces!

A nose, a finger, anything!

This ain't my pad.

Here you either hide what you got

or you lose it.

This is remarkable.

I've never seen a Freejack.

Heard about them, sure.

I figured out it probably

happened to you.

Seen them on the 2-D, sure.

But touch one?

One I know? One that's alive?

Remarkable.

How do you lI ke my antique ashtray?

Porsche.

'67 Porsche.

You're Alex Furlong, all right.

What's that about?

The natives are restless.

-Why do they want me?

-Because you died.

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