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"Yeah." Forced smile. "G-great. Thanks-you're terrific!"
"My pleasure, babe." A command.
A minute later: "Do me again, babe."
She hesitated, saw the look on his face, then said, "Yeah, sure, my pleasure, gratis," and lowered her head.
After that their relationship changed. They continued to date, she took his money, did what he wanted, but held back. Emotionally. He could tell.
No more boyfriend/girlfriend, this was heavy duty love/ respect, like a kid for a parent.
Which was okay. He was sick of hearing her sob stories, mean old daddy, all the johns who couldn't get it up, dribbled on her legs, the ones who liked to hurt her.
Fuck that noise. Power was better than closeness any day of the week. Far as he was concerned, they could have continued that way for a while.
But she fucked it up. What happened was her fault, when you got right down to it. The thoughtlessness, dirtying his heritage.
Dirtying Schwa
He'd say one thing for Fields: The shitbag had been thorough. Checking foreign phone books, employment and immigration records, physicians' directories, licensing board rosters, motor vehicle registrations. Medical journal obituaries.
Being a private eye was clearly more busywork than brainwork, all that TV stuff pure bullshit.
He learned something: Lots of information was just lying around for the taking, if you knew where to look for it.
One downer: The best information Fields had gotten hold of came right out of Schwa
All those sacred facts right under his nose and he'd paid a dumb slime to find them!
Overlooking it made him tremble, want to cut himself. He cooled himself down with a beer and a stroke, told himself it was okay to make mistakes as long as you learned.
He'd learned. From a dead man, a fucking scumbag.
It paid to keep an open mind.
Visually, Fields's report was a mess, just what you'd expect from a lowlife slob: cheap machine, ink smudges, bent corners, the text typed on a cheap machine with chipped letters, and marred by typographical errors and slipping margins. In those margins, Fields had scrawled little handprinted comments-the slime had obviously pla
Despite all that, the file was sacred, a bible.
Bless you. Daddy.
He set aside bible time every day, sitting naked on the floor of the ice palace, touching himself. Sometimes he worshipped more than once, memorizing the text, every word was sacred. Staring at the hospital ID photo for hours until the image of Schwa
His face.
The same face. Clean-cut and handsome.
Handsome, because Schwa
Dominating her inferior tissue with Schwa
Looking at his face, anyone knowing Schwa
No one else had ever mentioned it because they were kike-dupes. Doctor had paid them off.
He intensified his bible studies, started reading the file after every meal. The New New Testament. Book of Dieter, Chapter One, Verse One.
In the begi
Only child-like him!-of Herma
Date of the blessed event: April 20, 1926.
The sacred place: Garmisch-Partenkirchen, Germany.
("Fancy ski resort for the rich, Doc," Fields had scrawled. "Family probably had money, may still have some. You could try to attach some of their bank accounts but overseas stuff is hard to pull off without an internt'l attorney-be happy to get you a referral.")
Grandma Hilde: Fields had little to say about her. ("Nothing traceable. Died 1962, haven't been able to find out who inherited her estate. A foreign trace might obtain you more.") But he was certain she was beautiful. Clean and cool. And blond.
Grandpa Herma
Herr Doktor Professor Herma
Tough luck for slime-o Fields, eh?
Chapter Two, Verse One: Dieter Grows to Manhood.
Supercloner had been a doctor too. A brilliant one-you could tell by reading between the lines of the bible/report:
"M.D., 1949, University of Berlin"-which made him a doctor at 23! "Residency and fellowship in surgical pathology, '49-'51"-they didn't give that to just anyone! "Immigrated to the U.S. on a student visa in '51 for a post-doctoral fellowship in micro-anatomy research. Finished up in '53, and went to New York as a staff pathologist at Columbia Presbyterian Hospital."
Reading between the lines revealed a dual mission to the emigration:
A. Put the finishing touches on a brilliant medical education.
B. Shoot superhero sperm into a womb-receptable until it cloned to perfection.
Fuck the womb-the seed lives on!
Dr. Terrific, alias Dieter Schwa
Dr. Dieter Schwa
Herr Doktor Professor Dieter Schwa
Dieter Schwa