[ WP ] In the year 3015 , scientists are able to bring back the dead , first on the list are debtors . What will happen next ?

The driver pulls the car into the curb, to the usual spot. I nod and tap my finger on the pad behind his seat, confirming with the central database that he's working competently. 
 
 I set out onto the pavement, and I'm greeted by Stephan, a debt-free, like myself. 
 
 “ What's the plan for today? ” I ask him, eager to get the work day started. 
 
 “ Boss wants us to go check on the latest batch of assets, get them in order before we can start monetising their release work ” 
 
 Always one for jargon, that Stephan. He means we're going to have a look at the latest batch of reanimated stiffs, making sure they're in decent condition before we sub contract them out to various factories, farms and mines where they'll be able to work off their life-debts. 
 
 Of course, no one ever actually works their debt off. There's lodging and tools to pay for out of the salary they produce, not to mention transport, admin, finder's fees and other miscellaneous charges. Hell, if anyone starts to look like they're close to getting paid up, the company always finds something in the poor bastard's past life that was counted before, adds on a thousand years of interest and sticks in on their tab. 
 
 No, the only way out for “ assets ” is waring out. Working until there's nothing left to work, when muscle and bone are too weak to do anything useful, and even then, the company will augment you if they can ( for a fee, of course ). The company will do everything it can to squeeze that last drop of value out of your tired, old corpse. 
 
 A debtor tries to shine my shoes while I'm chatting with Stephan. This desiccated skin-rag thinks he can get an easy pass out of me. No luck here, bud. I shoo him away with a wave of my hand. I'd kick him if that were n't damaging company property. Lucky. 
 
 We walk to Stephan's latest car, and over-size truck of a thing like a child's toy care brought into the real world. Being a debt-free has it's benefits, and Stephan's the kind of guy that likes everyone to know he can afford whatever he wants. 
 
 I jump into the passenger seat, Stephan's driving. We're off to the morgue. Time to make some money.
