Opening: When you're as old as I am, you'll find your memory's not what it was. It's not that you lose memories. That hasn't happened to me or anyone else since the Paleocosmic Era, the Old Space Age, when people lived in caves on the Moon. My trouble is that I've gained memories, and I don't know which of them are real. I was very casual about memory storage back then, I seem to recall. This could happen to you too, if you're not careful. So be warned. Do as I say, not as I did.
Capsule: Neat story in which which the narrator agrees to work on the clean-up of a "civilizational implosion" on a remote colony as a means of payment for a crime of adultery he commits. The story twists into unexpected terrain, and leads to a memorable payoff. The tone and development of the ideas lend it an ironic, humorous quality that is never quite outright satirical, SF self-referential, or slapstick funny. I enjoyed this one thoroughly and may come back to it for a second read (there's a lot of clever detail), though overall it wasn't as impressive as "Jesus Christ, Reanimator."
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