Analog Science Fiction and Fact - June 2013
Analog Science Fiction and Fact - June 2013
Analog Science Fiction and Fact - June 2013
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from the kitchen pushing a serving cart. With<br />
the gr<strong>and</strong> flourish of a magician, he raised the<br />
domed cover.<br />
The roast chicken’s skin was a crackly, golden<br />
brown. Clear juices oozed from punctures<br />
where he must have tested the bird’s doneness<br />
with a fork.<br />
Rikki’s mouth started to water.<br />
Nor did the feast end with the chicken. The<br />
greenhouse had contributed everything for a<br />
tossed salad: lettuce, tomatoes, peppers,<br />
onions, <strong>and</strong> cucumbers. There were baked<br />
potatoes, too, with synthed butter <strong>and</strong> dollops<br />
of faux sour cream. There were bowls of what<br />
looked like chocolate pudding.<br />
When Carlos began carving the chicken, his<br />
h<strong>and</strong>s were steady. If nothing else, the man<br />
could hold his liquor.<br />
What were they celebrating, Rikki wondered,<br />
beyond Li’s largesse with the bounty to<br />
which everyone but she contributed?<br />
“It’s a shame,” Rikki began, sadness <strong>and</strong> sudden<br />
anger commingling.<br />
Carlos stopped carving. Heads turned toward<br />
Rikki.<br />
“Tonight feels like a Sunday family dinner.<br />
Only there’s no family.”<br />
“We’re family,” Li said.<br />
“Of course,” Rikki said. “But I’m thinking<br />
bigger. I’m thinking of the children.”<br />
I’m thinking of bonding with them, or,<br />
rather, them bonding with us. Only Li doesn’t<br />
see it. Li spends her days with the children,<br />
<strong>and</strong> they love her just fine.<br />
Silence. Beneath the table, Blake gave Rikki’s<br />
knee a pat. Maybe he meant it as comfort.<br />
It felt patronizing.<br />
Forget your wish upon a star, fella.<br />
Rikki plunged ahead. “We don’t treat those<br />
kids—our kids—much different than the<br />
chickens in that egg factory down the street.<br />
We feed them <strong>and</strong> clean up after them like<br />
they’re on some sort of production line. Apart<br />
from regular baths, they might as well be<br />
chickens.”<br />
“Except that we don’t eat the children,”<br />
Carlos said dryly, as he resumed carving.<br />
Dana asked, “What do you have in mind,<br />
Rikki?”<br />
“Dinner is the only time we’re together,”<br />
she answered. “We should eat with the kids.<br />
We should let them hear genuine conversation<br />
among adults, not abdicate to Marvin teaching<br />
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them to speak.” And so much else.<br />
“That’s seventy children.” Li answered in<br />
the slow, calm, reasoned manner that drove<br />
Rikki up the wall, in the affected tone of voice<br />
that reminded: I’m the professional here. That<br />
reminded: they love me. “This year we’ll add<br />
another sixty, more or less.”<br />
“And we want all of them to be civilized,”<br />
Rikki said. “Or they’ll be fighting like the<br />
chickens, too.”<br />
“Because during a sixteen-hour work day,<br />
on a short day, I would never think to speak to<br />
the children,” Li said.<br />
Spoken calmly <strong>and</strong> reasonably, damn the<br />
woman.<br />
“We control the rate of births,” Rikki said,<br />
“not the other way around. We shouldn’t”—<br />
we mustn’t!—“let an arbitrary decision shape<br />
how we bring up these kids.”<br />
“It’s not arbitrary,” Antonio said. “If we<br />
don’t . . . raise the children while we’re still<br />
alive, with firsth<strong>and</strong> knowledge of technology,<br />
culture, <strong>and</strong> civilization, they’ll be savages.<br />
If that should happen, they . . . won’t long outlive<br />
us.”<br />
Carlos again stopped carving to offer, “And<br />
we need genetic diversity.”<br />
More variety within your future harem, Carlos?<br />
Rikki bit her tongue. The children having<br />
children, no matter with whom, would not<br />
become an issue for years. She said, “They’ll<br />
be savages if we don’t slow down the pace, if<br />
we don’t invest the effort to make them something<br />
better.”<br />
If we don’t show them love.<br />
“I agree with Rikki on this,” Blake said.<br />
On this? What hadn’t made the cut?<br />
“I’ve made a suggestion,” Rikki said. “Let’s<br />
discuss it.”<br />
“We have discussed it,” Carlos said. “You’ve<br />
been told why it’s impractical to—”<br />
Dana cleared her throat. “Let’s discuss options<br />
first. We could bring a few kids every<br />
evening. Rotate them through, making sure<br />
each child sees something like a normal family<br />
setting at least once a month. See how they<br />
fare in a social setting. Learn how we have to<br />
adapt.”<br />
Blake’s pocket trilled; tonight was his turn<br />
on call. He took out the folded datasheet,<br />
glanced at it, <strong>and</strong> stood. “Sorry, people. Marvin<br />
needs h<strong>and</strong>s in the nursery.” He gazed<br />
with longing at the feast, not yet even on the<br />
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