Reb Dexter's Last Concert

By Marla Shin

Science fiction Novella
In a future where the right to life is interpreted as not letting anyone die, rock star Reb Dexter takes on the system. How can a person die when they can be cloned and reprogrammed with memories if even one cell is left?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Marla Shin
• Release date: May 7, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311888761

Marla Shin

I've been a librarian for over twenty years, and a bookworm from the age of 3. Wichita, Kansas is my hometown, but I've lived in the Southwest for about the same time I've been a librarian. I'm currently living in Albuquerque with my husband and five cats.Friend me on Facebook.

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REB DEXTER’S LAST CONCERT

A science fiction novella

Published by Marla Shin at Smashwords

Copyright 2013 Marla Shin

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REB DEXTER’S LAST CONCERT

by Marla Shin

You’re alive, Mr. Dexter.

The voice was male and full of cold satisfaction. Reb Dexter contemplated the words for a handful of minutes before their meaning connected with memory, then expressed his sentiments with a wordless shriek of equal parts rage and despair.

How long has this one been dead? Another voice, also male.

The sound of computer keys clicking. This one’s a popsicle, from before the Enforcement. He’ll need to go through orientation. A female voice this time, without warmth.

Brain damage, of course? The second male voice.

Not to the higher portions. The female voice. He’ll remember how to talk, and most of his memories should be intact. The bullet took out the visual cortex and most of the brain stem, but didn’t touch the frontal lobes.

Send him on, then. The second male voice again.

Reb felt the table move. His eyes wouldn’t focus. Ceiling lights went past him in a blur as the green-shrouded figures pushed him from one pool of painfully bright light after another, and with a crash like the entrance to a funhouse ride, through some doors. He tried to move and couldn’t.

Paralyzed! he shrieked.

Calm down, Mr. Dexter. You aren’t paralyzed. We can cure that now, anyway. You’re only strapped down, for your own safety. Male again, yet another voice.

Cure? Reb shouted. Memories began to awaken. "I shot myself in the head! I put the gun in my mouth and shot! You can’t cure that! I have to be dead!"

"Please stop shouting, Mr. Dexter. You’ll