Li-Gals

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Earth, Northern Arizona Megalopolis

April 23rd, 2409

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At 161, Lucy Hanson was terrified of death and rapidly approaching it. Doctors told her the cancer and liver failure could be treated easily with a few pills, but they couldn’t do anything about her advanced age. Even in the year 2409, the average human lifespan was still only 145.

She had seen the Doctor Li Corp advertisements, “Become a Li-Gal or Li-Guy! Get a new body and a new life, at no cost to you! We take a sample of your DNA, use it to grow a clone, and give it a copy of your mind. The new clone is you in every way but age!” Lucy had been suspicious, wondering if it could possibly be real.

The video continued, “All you need to do is agree to love somebody for ten years, or work in a brothel for ten years! Everybody loves good sex! We’ll even make it easy with a minor change to your computer brain implant.”

Each time she watched the ad, Lucy smiled as a decrepit and flat-chested old woman slowly changed into a busty and beautiful girl of 20. “You also agree to any improvements your new brothel or lover wants to make to your body. They’ll pay for everything the first ten years you’re together. When the contract is up, you can either leave and start a new life of your own, or stay if you’re happy. You might even find true love! If you don’t, just being nice to a stranger for ten years could extend your life a century or more! Sign up for free at…”

A young woman from the Li-Gal recruiting office spoke with Lucy over their computer brain implants and answered her many questions. “So, if I agree to this, my brain implant will have a program added which changes my hormones?”

“Yes, to make it easier for you to love and have sex with your new partner or partners. You’ll feel happiness and arousal when you see their face. You’ll also be less sexually inhibited toward them. You can still tell them ‘no’ any time. It’s not mind control.” Lucy knew that was practically the definition of mind control, but it seemed reasonable enough. “Um … can I pick who I’ll be with? Or at least make sure I’m with a man? Maybe it’s not a popular opinion, but lesbians make me nauseous.”

“Due to privacy concerns and the popularity of brothels, the paying partner makes the choices and remains anonymous until the clone is delivered. If you want another century of life for free, you need to accept that.”

“And they can change my body any way they want?”

“There are limits. We won’t do any modifications that cause health problems or major discomfort. Some men have asked us to make Li-Gals with breasts larger than their heads. That would cause serious back pain, breathing trouble, and major inconveniences. A few women have asked us to provide Li-Guys with penises fit for a horse or bison, which would cause major problems too. We don’t do that. After the process your breasts might be D’s, or maybe even F’s, but nothing too outrageous. Modifications to other things are common too. Some people prefer partners with small ears, plump backsides, or a certain eye or hair color. You might look different, but you’ll be healthy.”

“And part of the contract says you can use hormones or drugs to change my growth and development?”

“Some people like partners that are unusually tall or short. Some like college-aged girls but others prefer women over 30. Again, we don’t allow anything that would compromise your health or quality of life. Biologically, your cells will be under a week old, but at the size and age appearance chosen for you. You would have the same life expectancy if you’re produced at apparent age 18 or 38.”

“Part of the contract says you can freeze me for storage?”

“Sometimes the genetic material is frozen until a required expert or production equipment is available, usually for a few days or weeks.”

“The ad said this is free? That seems pretty unlikely.”

“Your new brothel or partner pays for everything, including our hefty fee. Once your new body is ready and we copy your memories to it, we dispose of your old body painlessly. The new you takes ownership of all your assets.