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"Oh, that's something I should have known, isn't it?"
"Yes sir, it's basic physics. Are you sure you can complete your mission?"
"Sergeant, I don't even know if I have a mission, or what my mission is."
"I see. I will attempt to compile a transferable bio. It may suffice until your natural memory returns."
"Is that good?"
"It will plug a supplementary memory into your empty brain until it's back in working order. We have mind
scans from your psychiatric evaluation, along with the computer downloads after each mission. In essence, it's
you, all of your memories since childhood."
"Great, yes, I like that idea."
"Under the circumstances, I believe I will reassign you until you can function again. Your primary mission
was to track down a smuggler named Clirt Vansweesen. Does that register?"
"Yeah, wow. You wouldn't believe the feeling of deja vu that hit me between the eyes. Gave me goose bumps."
"It would. You have been trying to track him down for almost a decade."
"That long? I must not be a very good cop?"
"You are one of the best, sir, but he is the undisputed best in his field. The pairing off of giants, so to
speak."
"So shouldn't I be going after him now?"
"To be honest, I doubt if you could track down my mother if she was sitting in the middle of Grand Central
Station. Your enemies would simply shoot you, since you don’t know who they are."
"So I'm on some sort of limited duty?"
"Yes, sir, the usual garbage details. Let me be frank. An agent doesn't return to Earth more than once every
ten years, if he's lucky. Basically, you're on your own out there. We may not hear from you for years at a time.
So you need a full set of brains, or you're dead."
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