"Murder somebody? How much was their DNA worth?" I postulated. "I pay the cost, or somebody pays it for me. You are calling me naïve? I'm not murdering somebody. I'm repossessing their DNA. Mr. DeYoung, I'm not a lawyer, so I am not approaching this from a limited field of vision like you are. I live in the World."
"Oddly enough, I've had some recent encounters with real slavery and that has convinced me that I'll go down standing up, thank you very much," I grinned. "In case that was misconstrued; my DNA is mine, no legal precedent will change that and I'm more than willing to put bodies in the ground to keep it so."
"You sound like an anarchist," Mr. Cherrie chimed in.
"Nope. I'm independent-minded. There is a difference," I indicated. "Just like you, anarchists don't want to let me b
