Harvest

Eight short stories. A near-future where organs are grown in the soil. A dream salvage company. A flak tower full of animals under siege during the war.

"The ride into Wichita was long and he flipped through the REPLorg brochures they'd placed next to the snacks. He flipped through them several times. The usual company stuff. A picture of a woman holding up images of her heart before and after — one heart brown and thin and sad and the next was plump, a vigorous dark red. And there was a picture of some thin woman, a model of course, with her arms outstretched, head back, an open mouthed smile, something between a victorious scream and an orgasm, pointing up to the bright cartoonish rays of a pharmaceutical sun while standing in a waist high crop of what looked like fresh REPLglands."