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and 80 years old.

Oh. These...

are the hardcore ones.

They've even forgot

what they really look like.

It could be

pretty addictive.

Barmaid:

H ere come the clones again.

They come in

once a week...

but they never find anything.

They're just harassing us.

Look at that clone.

I bet those clone bodies

are so very, very hot.

Floating?

Cigarette?

No...

Oh, go ahead.

Indulge yourself.

Yeah.

God knows I am.

I... feel a little bad.

I don't know whether this guy

smokes, you know.

Well, obviously he does.

Anyway...

what do you think he's doing

with your body right now?

( coughing )

( brief siren )

You know it's after curfew.

Yeah.

How you doing, officer?

Let me see your tag.

Tag?

It's after curfew.

Let me see your tag.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yes.

Oh, ha !

U m, maybe I'd better

introduce myself.

No, no, no, don't.

Remain a, uh...

man of mystery.

Like, uh...

everybody else

in here, huh?

That's why

it's so arousing.

''Arousing''?

This woman I'm in

feels so very, very...

vibrant.

H er nipples

are positively singing.

H ere, go ahead.

I'll take your word for it.

Oh, my, sugar pie...

This is your first float,

isn't it?

Ahem !

Yeah.

I'm Gloria.

Gloria Glowacki.

Where's the cop?

Shut up.

H e's dead.

What took you so long?

Well, Fisk, I had to fly

the old-fashioned way.

( music, panting )

( moaning )

Well, sugar pie...

This woman has the stamina

of a thoroughbred.

We, uh...

we might not be able to sleep

with those singing nipples.

Oh ! Ha ha ha !

You're pretty funny.

Where're you from?

N ew York.

- Really?

- Ahem !

Me, too.

Wish I didn't have to leave

tomorrow morning.

Dial me your machine.

I'm gonna leave you

my numbers

so you can call me

when you get home.

H ere.

H ello there, sugar pie.

It was so very, very cool

to play with you

in San Francisco.

Now, you give me a call

when you get back

to N ew York

and we'll play some more.

Shall we go again?

I'm a dead man.

( giggling )

Mr. Toffler.

Welcome back.

So, it wasn't so bad,

was it?

I'm just ready

to go home.

Ah, yes. Well,

we have a small delay.

- Delay?

- Yes.

Your guest body's

not yet returned

from our N ew York office,

but we expect him shortly

in no time whatsoever,

so, uh,

why not wait

in our lounge, hmm?

And we do apologize.

I'd like to make

a phone call.

Phone call? U hh...

certainly.

Ralpha:
Oh, come on, Stuart,

he's an hour late.

Haven't you ever been

an hour late

without something terrible

being wrong?

No.

Ha ha !

How perfect of you.

Just relax.

I can't!

Goodbye.

I have a very bad feeling

about this.

Mr. Toffler,

Alison De Waay, CEO,

Xchange Enterprises.

When they told me

what happened,

I had the corporate jet

bring me here right away.

You get to fly.

I float all the time,

Mr. Toffler.

I wanted to apologize

personally.

Please have a seat.

I don't need apologies,

you know.

I just want to go home.

Can I get you something?

No.

I'm afraid

there's a problem.

What? Has my body

been injured?

No, no,

not that we know of.

And in that event, we would

assume all medical costs,

including, but not limited to,

replacement limbs or organs.

It appears

your guest has absconded

with your body.

- What do you mean ''absconded''?

- H e hasn't returned.

No, I-I know

what the word means.

H-how is this possible?

Well, it's not,

theoretically.

I mean, we have double redundant

psychological screening.

We're doing everything

that we can to find him.

The authorities

should pick him up

by satellite

from his data card.

Okay, well, uh,

let's suppose

that he's not wearing

his data card. Then what?

Well... then he'd be

breaking the law.

You see,

that's my point.

I don't think he's gonna

really care much about the law

because he's already absconded

with my body, right? So...

I'm afraid it's even

more complicated.

You were told a Mr. Pernfors

is in your body.

Yes.

That turns out

not to be accurate.

Not accurate. Okay.

U nbeknownst to us, he was

already hosting

a Mr. James Fisk.

I'm sure

you can understand

Mr. Pernfors is eager

to reclaim his own...

body.

W-w-wait, wait,

wait a minute.

This body?

- H e wants this body back?

- That's right.

Okay, great. So, then,

where does that leave me?

U h, in the first body

or in Fisk's body--

U h, no. Interpol

has impounded that body

as evidence.

- Interpol?

- Yes.

Evidence of what?

Body theft

is a serious offense.

In that case, Interpol

is obligated to impound

the stray body

in question.

- Impound.

- Mm-hmm.

Impound.

Because someone

steals your body

doesn't justify you

taking somebody else's.

Of course not.

Mr. Toffler,

I want to assure you

this has never happened

before.

Ha ! Great!

Boy, that really

makes me feel

a whole lot better.

Thank you.

Look, rest assured,

we will find you your body.

And in the meantime...

we will give you

a loaner,

A corporate model

that comes

with all the perks

of your C-4 classification.

These are clones !

We call them G.E.F.'s.

Genetically engineered

facsimiles.

I know what you call them.

They're not human.

Actually, a lot of our

VIP clients like yourself

ask for them for the high-risk

recreational activities

such as skydiving,

motocross--

Yeah, I know.

Th-these things

don't last more

than a couple of days !

Seven, actually.

U nfortunately,

we can't get them

to maintain life force

any longer than that,

but don't worry.

We're gonna find your body

well before then.

Look, there's no way

I'm getting into a clone, okay?

End of story!

Well, not quite the end,

I'm afraid.

ICC law requires me

to tell you

that Xchange

cannot be used

more than three times

in a six-day period

due to corporeal separation

syndrome.

Are you telling me

that if you don't find my body

before that clone expires,

I'm dead?

Let's try to be positive,

shall we?

We have lovely apartments

here in the building,

and your every need

will be met.

What?

I-I have to stay here?

I'm afraid

you have no choice.

The law requires us

to keep you

at your current

Xchange location.

It's for your own safety,

so that we can find your body.

We'll transfer you back

as quickly as we can.

Oh, God, I mean,

I'm f***ed !

You know,

I'm totally f***ed !

I'm a prisoner here !

Mr. Toffler...

I am deeply sorry.

Please know that we are doing

all we can despite the cost

to resolve this sad

and random calamity.

Wait a minute.

I got to make

a phone call here.

No problem. We'll

just get you settled

in your suite first.

Walt will take care

of your needs. Walt?

Absolutely.

Mr. Toffler?

Please.

H ere are the guest suites,

Mr. Toffler.

They're guarded

24 hours a day.

For my protection, right?

Absolutely.

Mr. Toffler,

I assure you,

this is all

completely routine.

Please.

I don't think so.

H ey!

H ey!

Stop! You !

H ey!

P.A.:
Security alert.

This building is sealed.

No civilian entry or exit.

Security alert.

No exit, huh?

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