Futureland: Nine Stories of an Imminent World
- Автор: Мосли Уолтер
- Год: 2001
- Язык: английский
- Год: Aspect / Warner Books
- ISBN: 978-0-446-52954-9
- Жанр: Научная фантастика
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The Daily Dump had a completely different scenario for the death of Arnold Roth, Neil’s only friend before he came to work for GEE-PRO-9. M Roth, the Dump reported, was demanding food or freedom with thirty thousand other displaced unemployed persons when they were dispersed by sonic cannons, a standard antiriot tool of the NYSP. To prove this claim the Dump supplied a vid clip that showed Arnold yelling and brandishing his fists along with many others. Later, the Dump asserted, Roth was forced into a tunnel where rioters were to be quelled with disorientation gas. Arnold was one of the unlucky few who got pressed into a lower slip. There he suffocated.
The end of the article was punctuated by a low-res electronic photo of a jumble of corpses jammed into a sleep tube. Arnold Roth’s pudgy face lolled over another dead M’s rump.
The news of his friend’s death greatly disturbed Neil, though he didn’t feel sadness or loss. Neil liked Arnold, but he’d always known that his friend was destined to become a Backgrounder. Roth could never stay on a job cycle for more than a few months. In the last year Neil hadn’t responded to Arnold’s calls. He was afraid that he might let some secret slip about GP-9. He never trusted Arnold, he hadn’t missed his company in the past year, but still he identified with the dead prod. Neil saw himself in the brown pajama uniform of Common Ground, shaking his fists in the face of the Social Police. He saw himself pressed into a hole and suffocated.
That night he sat up with his Scandian housegirl and talked about how his mother hadn’t called him in the whole year that he worked for GEE-PRO-9.
“She moved to Baltimore,” Neil told Charity. “Joined an Infochurch commune that took out a twelve-year lease on a vacant warehouse there. I only know because I called her on Christmas to invite her out to dinner. If I didn’t ask her she wouldn’t have even told me that she’d moved.”
The next day Neil read all three papers looking for information on Arnold. But there was no mention, not even in the Dump.
Neil read articles on every social disturbance, hoping for some new information on the Common Ground riots. The Dump claimed that MacroCode America was behind the riots but that made no sense to Neil.
There was nothing else about CG-109. The Cincinnati police department had dispatched a unit to New York, but that was because of some group defrauding their city’s treasury. A large number of Itsies had escaped Common Grounds around the world and emigrated to Jesus City, an International Socialist enclave in the Caucasus Mountains. Rioting in Boston had erupted because of a new law the FemLeague had pushed through banning self-circumcision in women.
Neil dreamed about the news. He lived out the riots and the deaths. He waded through fields of corpses, was locked in a sleep slip underground. He searched battlefields, hospitals, and graveyards for Arnold Roth. He awoke with headaches and loose bowels like in the old days before GEE-PRO-9.
“So did you fuck her?” were the first words out of Nina’s mouth when he called her on the ninth day after he’d arrived on Maya.
“What?”
“I know you got a housegirl with your place.”
“Why would you care, Nina? You always get mad at me when I ask you that kinda stuff.”
“I do not. And I tell you whatever it is I’m doing.”
“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I did.”
“Oh,” Nina said in a small voice. “How was it?”
“Nice.”
“Is she pretty?”
“She doesn’t have any hair. No hair at all.”
“But is she pretty?”
“She’s nice.”
“So why don’t you bring her home with you if you like her so much? I’m sure she’d wanna come to New York. Why don’t you do that?”
“Nina, what’s wrong? You always said that we have to be free sexually. Is it just because I’ve never done it before?”
“Don’t try and get psychological with me, M. I never seen nobody more than one night. Except those sex-worker girls, but they’re women and that makes it different.”
“Nina, Charity comes with the room,” Neil said.
“So she has a name, huh?” Nina’s face contorted into a rage that Neil had never seen in her before. “Fuck you!” she cried and then broke off the connection.
He tried to call her back but there was no answer at her home, the job, or on her portable unit. He wondered what it was that he had done to get her so mad. He thought about that for a while but then his mind wandered back to Un Fitt’s megalomania, Arnold Roth’s death, and his mother.
“I love you, Neil,” Charity said to him later that night. The sting of her slaps were still on his cheeks, both upper and lower.
“You do?”
“I like the way you submit to me, how I found out how to get you hot and how you let me. And...”
“And what?”
“You’re really funny and nice. Most rich men don’t even see you. Even if they fuck you they don’t remember your face. You knew my name after the first time I said it. That’s why I wanted to make you excited, because I wanted to make you feel good.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“And how you said that your girlfriend was ugly but that you loved her. How she does what she wants and you aren’t even mad at her.”
“I don’t act like a rich man ’cause I’m not, Charity. I’m just a guy who won a free vacation for doing a good job for a crazy boss.”
“Can I come home with you anyway? I don’t want to be rich.”
“I don’t know how.”
“Is it because of my hair? I could get new roots put in. I could have any kind of hair you want.”
“Let’s talk about it in the morning, okay?”
“You don’t want me.”
“I, I, I... I need to think about it, that’s all. I need to think about what I could do.”
“I could work for you, make you money. I’m a trained Eros-Haus girl. And Nina wouldn’t even know I was there.”
9
The vid made a loud bubbling sound at three in the morning. Neil had decided to sleep alone and asked Charity to take the servant’s quarters for the night.
“Sir?” a bodiless voice inquired.
“Who is it?”
“The front desk.”
“What time is it?”
“Three, sir. I’m sorry to bother you, but there’s a gentleman down here who says that he has urgent business with you.”
“What gentleman?”
“He calls himself Blue Nile.”
“Hey, Neilio,” the diminutive prod from GEE-PRO-9 said with a smile. He was stretched out across a pink couch near the registration desk.
“What are you doing here?”
“No time for talkin’, this place is walkin’,” Blue Nile replied as he rose to his feet. He took Neil by the hand as he had done the first day they met over a year before.
The grand lobby of the Crimson Chalet was nearly empty at that time of morning. There was one open bar with an obstinate group of partyers drinking and laughing loudly.
“Walk where?”
“Into the night and out of sight.”
“Make sense, Blue.” Neil came to a halt.
“We’ve got to run, Neil,” the little man said seriously. “The authorities discovered GP-9 and they’re after all of the prods involved.”
“What?”
“They got Marva and Lonnie Z, Three Moons and the Monique sisters.”
“Monique sisters?”
“They never came in. The bulls got the homeworkers first.”
“What about Nina?”
“I left her a message but we never spoke,” Blue Nile said. “She’s got street in her, she’ll get away. Oura and Athria were notified by Un Fitt. They told me to come after you. The cops are already on their way to this hotel. They don’t have your name yet ’cause we used codes in the ticketing system, but they won’t take long in finding you out.”