"Do you have a better idea?" Fred hissed back. "According to my data guy, those chips contain both DNA and RNA information. With that you could clone someone complete with memories! We need to find out what's going on, and where this mysterious Complex A is."
The sounds of explosions from the Monty Haul Tavern died down for a moment, and the voice of the district sub-leader, who was standing on a platform in front of the crowd, could suddenly be heard: "And so it is with great pleasure that I introduce to you, Comrades, the respected Secretary to the Greater Sol District..."
A short man in an orange jumpsuit was climbing onto the platform. His mustache and eyebrows were so thick and black that they seemed painted on. A pair of anachronistic spectacles perched on his nose.
"Comrades," said the sub-leader, "I give you our repected Comrade, Captain Spaulding!"
"Hooray for Captain Spaulding!" the crowd shouted in unison. Larsen and Fred stared at each other, eyes boggling.