"Thanks. Might as well transfer to our new ship, now. I'm a competent enough manual pilot to dock at a station without hitting anything."

"So," says Mark, "to start with, I think I'm going to claim a three-month lead time on a clone order. Short enough to hopelessly outmatch the competition, long enough to be vaguely plausible as something other than magic and to give me time to find you and drag you back here to fulfill unexpected orders if you're somewhere else when I get one. I will demand tissue samples or accurate gene sequences from customers, and we'd better actually use the provided material as the basis for growing the new body, even if you can do it another way. We should probably also whip up a convincing-looking medical lab somewhere on this ship, even though I fully intend never to let anyone access it. If someone does break in, and doesn't find any evidence of clone-growing facilities, we'll be facing some uncomfortable questions."

"By 'actually use' what do you mean? And where do you propose to get a template for a plausible-looking facility?"

"I mean suppose that someone sends us a carefully edited gene sequence, and you conjure a direct clone of So-and-So that does not incorporate the changes. They'll be pissed off that we didn't follow spec and confused as to how that is even a possible error to make, if we never had access to an unedited gene sample of So-and-so. As for the facility, eh, can't be that hard to make something up. For our purposes all it really needs to be is a lot of funny-looking equipment and somewhere for you to conjure bodies."

"Okay. I should be able to grow an extrapolation from a supplied sequence and conjure up something incomprehensible-looking with tanks and tubes and funny-colored liquids and things that go beep."

"You have the general idea," he says, smiling. "The biggest remaining question I have is whether or not I want to show up with a ready-made clone of Baron Fell. He might be more affronted at the implied theft of a genetic sample than impressed by the demonstration of our ability. But if we don't, that's a three-month lead time spent twiddling our thumbs without a demonstrated product. Maybe I'll show him a disposable clone-body of me. Hah, I think I will. So we show up, I make my pitch, I unveil the product, I offer him the chance to be our very first customer, and then if he bites - when he bites - House Holmes opens for business. Mm?"

"I see no obvious problems. Do you want yours to spec or just made naively?"

"Naive genetic clone, please. It'll turn out taller than me, but I don't actually know by how much."

"Drank too much coffee and stunted your growth? All right. Say when. Do I need to put tanks of effervescent this-and-that in a room on the Gretchen or are we skipping that?"

"Produce fake lab, then produce clone in fake lab, I think."

"Right. I will go pick a room to sacrifice to the fake lab cause and whip up your demo."

"Thanks. Oh, and I think when I make my pitch to Baron Fell it'll be a private meeting, just the two of us. The less of you we show to anyone, the less chance there is for someone to decide stealing you would be a sound business model, and the less chance of you accidentally revealing you're not from this universe. Sound sensible?"

"Makes sense. I'm not known for my poker face."

"All right. I think we may be set."

The fake lab looks, well, kind of like it was made by a guy from 2159 - there are nods to modern sensibilities that he's been able to absorb in his short time in the future but there's too much glass and metal, not enough plastic. It will probably pass at a glance to someone who isn't expecting it to be dated-looking. He has at least not put any paper anywhere. Cam is, possibly purely for his own entertainment, wearing a labcoat. Several of the pieces of equipment are so thoroughly sealed as to have no way to open them and get at the contents.

"This'll pass," Mark judges. "The aesthetic's weird but that makes it more plausible that you're some kind of crazed genius with unprecedented accomplishments."

"Oh, am I playing a crazed genius, as opposed to your techy lackey or something?"

"You're playing my lackey who doesn't get out much and is one of an undisclosed but extremely small number of people capable of doing this thing. Actually, I'd be pleased if we could find another demon or two as trustworthy as you to apply to the problem, just so it doesn't seem like you're the only one... but that's for the longer term, when you're zipping around terraforming things."

"I know some demons who are reasonably decent people - as trustworthy as me is a high bar but I know some I'd trust unbound if and only if they could go home regularly. Which we have yet to test."

"And will not be testing for a good long while, unless you know someone who annoys you enough that you'd risk stranding them here forever but not enough that you'd worry about them causing havoc that way."

"Nobody fits the bill, alas."

"A shame."