Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. It is a draft; there are mistakes, many misspellings and sometimes long periods of no updates. copyright: ion fyr 2026
After they ate, Etelka excused herself and returned to her room.
She called up the global informatino network the way Luc had instructed them and inquired about growing body parts in vats first. Her area of expertise was more engineering and mechanical, so the biotechnical terminology was a bit beyond her at the moment, so she shifted her research to the basis of her field, which had made some striking progress over the last three hundred years; disconcertingly, much of that subject was beyound her as well.
Finally, Etelka searched for Constable Blackwood Aristophanes Pool of Londbridge of the 19th century according to the old calender–she was not used to year two hundred whatever it was now.
To her pleasant surprise, an image of a dagguerotype of Pool appeared and even rendered as three-dimentional, an interesting effect for a representation distinctly two-dimentional. He was younger than when she had first met him, but not by much. The image was that of a fresh young man, and though he had his requisite mustache, he seemed somehow innocent.
Her Pool had been through a lot of admittedly bizarre and violent circumstances, and had acquired a seasoned, worn aspect about him.
Her query about his life led nowhere. No information found. Even his end was recorded as “disappeared. Date unknown”.
She wouldn’t tell Pool.
Out of insatiable curiousity, wondering if there were any other similacra running around with Pool’s face she asked, “Can you locate any currently living individuals matching the man in this image?”
In an instant–this future library was sheer joy to immerse herself in–a cascade of images appeared, stacked on one another. They continued to stack until she abruptly said “stop”.
There must have been hundreds. Etelka used the finger pinching technique that Luc had taught her and moved them around so that she could see them individually.
Her jaw dropped.
Ion Fyr 