Each organ in my body that could be useful in someone else’s body has a container for it’s transport. Xxnx ”
“Oh… Can’t you pick someone else?”
“Participating in this project would make you more efficient. He doesn’t get to it in time. Then there were all the expenses: diapers, bottles, toys, little childproof plastic plugs. To make matters worse, this man was definitely leering at my body. I had wracked up a nice chunk of debt on my credit cards. I guess I made it there after all, even if dead. It looks like a meat cleaver. One is for transporting a live heart. Across from the door is a row of canisters that look like they might be for medical use. If I sign, I agree not to talk about it to anyone, I agree that they’re not at fault if anything goes wrong, and I
