"Well, if we can empty the orphanages in exchange for ushering in a utopia of unlimited material wealth, I can't think of anyone who wouldn't be better off." 

"I know, right?" Wag wag. "I should expressly CC some of those interest groups, actually, that might get me a quicker response and there are just orphans all over the place before folks really get the hang of contraception..."

"Contraception?" 

"Assorted methods of preventing pregnancy."

"We do have those. I take it the future gets better at it?" 

"Much better. More set-and-forget, fewer side effects, more reliable."

"How does that work?" 

"Pills, implants, reversible surgeries that are a lot more hassle-free when there are angels around."

"Ahhhh." 

"I have my medical quals if you want something along the lines."

"...Probably wise." 

"All right, an implant in the arm's easy, it'll take effect in six hours, let me know if you have any side effects - pick an arm."

He holds out his left arm. 

Cam pokes around till he finds a good spot, then numbs it and adds an implant. "There you go."

He looks at his arm and prods the spot. "Thank you." 

"Anaesthetic wears off in fifteen minutes, it shouldn't hurt after that but if it does and it's bugging you I can hit you with another dose no problem."

"I'll keep that in mind." He lowers his arm and nods approvingly. 

Snort. "Enjoy. I'm gonna resurrect another guy, then read more about early Communism and Naziism until I have an idea of what metaphorical butterflies to step on."

"Naziism?" 

"German authoritarian party, very bad news."

"Aha." Benjamin Franklin goes back to Cam's books. 

Cam asks Ms. Whatley, "How young did you want him?"

"...I want to say fifty, it would be odd if he was younger than I, but it seems unkind to do that just to flatter my sensibilities. Thirty?" 

"Thirty it is!" says Cam, and he gets underway. He times himself.

And just over thirty-three minutes into the count, the ritual finishes and the body on the floor jerks and opens its eyes. 

He looks around wildly for a moment, then pushes himself into a sitting position and demands, "Lavinney, Wilbur, what is going on?"