Louis Rosen and his partners used to sell spinets. Now they’re selling people—or, to be more precise, ingeniously designed, historically authentic simulacra of such personages as Edwin M. Stanton and Abraham Lincoln. The problem is that the only prospective buyer is a rapacious billionaire whose plans for the simulacra could land Louis in jail. And then there's the added complication that someone—or something—like Abraham Lincoln may not wont to be sold.
Is an electronic Lincoln any less alive than his creators? Is a machine that cores and suffers inferior to the woman Louis loves—a borderline psychopath who does neither? With irresistible momentum, vast intelligence, and sly wit, Philip K. Dick creates on arresting techno-thriller that suggests a marriage of Btaderunner and Barbarians at the Gate.
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