The Best Science Fiction and Fantasy of the Year-Volume Three

by Jonathan Strahan

  "We're going to start cultures," Baiyue said. "Take a tray and fill it with those." She pointed to a stack of petri dishes. The bottom of each dish was filled with gelatin. Jieling took a tray and did what Baiyue did. Baiyue was serious but not at all sharp or superior. She explained that what they were doing was seeding the petri dishes with cells.

  "Cells?" Jieling asked.

  "Nerve cells from the electric ray. It's a fish."

  They took swabs and Baiyue showed her how to put the cells on in a zigzag motion so that most of the gel was covered. They did six trays full of petri dishes. They didn't smell fishy. Then they used pipettes to put in feeding solution. It was all pleasantly scientific without being very difficult.

  At one point everybody left for lunch but Baiyue said they couldn't go until they got the cultures finished or the batch would be ruined. Women shuffled by them and Jieling's stomach growled. But when the lab was empty Baiyue smiled and said, "Where are you from?"

  Baiyue was from Fujian. "If you ruin a batch," she explained, "you have to pay out of your paycheck. I'm almost out of debt and when I get clear—" she glanced around and dropped her voice a little—"I can quit."

  "Why are you in debt?" Jieling asked. Maybe this was harder than she thought, maybe Baiyue had screwed up in the past.

  "Everyone is in debt," Baiyue said. "It's just the way they run things. Let's get the trays in the warmers."

  The drawers along the walls opened out and inside the temperature was kept blood warm. They loaded the trays into the drawers, one back and one front, going down the row until they had the morning's trays all in.

  "Okay," Baiyue said, "that's good. We'll check trays this afternoon. I've got a set for transfer to the tissue room but we'll have time after we eat."

  Jieling had never eaten in the employee cafeteria, only in the guesthouse restaurant, and only the first night because it was expensive. Since then she had been living on ramen noodles and she was starved for a good meal. She smelled garlic and pork. First thing on the food line was a pan of steamed pork buns, fluffy white. But Baiyue headed off to a place at the back where there was a huge pot of congee—rice porridge—kept hot. "It's the cheapest thing in the cafeteria," Baiyue explained, "and you can eat all you want." She dished up a big bowl of it—a lot of congee for a girl her size—and added some salt vegetables and boiled peanuts. "It's pretty good, although usually by lunch it's been sitting a little while. It gets a little gluey."

  Jieling hesitated. Baiyue had said she was in debt. Maybe she had to eat this stuff. But Jieling wasn't going to have old rice porridge for lunch. "I'm going to get some rice and vegetables," she said.

  Baiyue nodded. "Sometimes I get that. It isn't too bad. But stay away from anything with shrimp in it. Soooo expensive."

  Jieling got rice and vegetables and a big pork bun. There were two fish dishes and a pork dish with monkeybrain mushrooms but she decided she could maybe have the pork for dinner. There was no cost written on anything. She gave her danwei card to the woman at the end of the line who swiped it and handed it back.

  "How much?" Jieling asked.

  The woman shrugged. "It comes out of your food allowance."

  Jieling started to argue but across the cafeteria, Baiyue was waving her arm in the sea of green scrubs to get Jieling's attention. Baiyue called from a table. "Jieling! Over here!"

  Baiyue's eyes got very big when Jieling sat down. "A pork bun."

  "Are they really expensive?" Jieling asked.

  Baiyue nodded. "Like gold. And so good."

  Jieling looked around at other tables. Other people were eating the pork and steamed buns and everything else.

  "Why are you in debt?" Jieling asked.

  Baiyue shrugged. "Everyone is in debt," she said. "Just most people have given up. Everything costs here. Your food, your dormitory, your uniforms. They always make sure that you never earn anything."

  "They can't do that!" Jieling said.

  Baiyue said, "My granddad says it's like the old days, when you weren't allowed to quit your job. He says I should shut up and be happy. That they take good care of me. Iron rice bowl."

  "But, but but," Jieling dredged the word up from some long forgotten class, "that's feudal!"

  Baiyue nodded. "Well, that's my granddad. He used to make my brother and me kowtow to him and my grandmother at Spring Festival." She frowned and wrinkled her nose. Country customs. Nobody in the city made their children kowtow at New Years. "But you're lucky," Baiyue said to Jieling. "You'll have your uniform debt and dormitory fees, but you haven't started on food debt or anything."

  Jieling felt sick. "I stayed in the guesthouse for four days," she said. "They said they would charge it against my wages."

  "Oh," Baiyue covered her mouth with her hand. After a moment, she said, "Don't worry, we'll figure something out." Jieling felt more frightened by that than anything else.

  Instead of going back to the lab they went upstairs and across a connecting bridge to the dormitories. Naps? Did they get naps?

  "Do you know what room you're in?" Baiyue asked.

  Jieling didn't. Baiyue took her to ask the floor auntie who looked up Jieling's name and gave her a key and some sheets and a blanket. Back down the hall and around the corner. The room was spare but really nice. Two bunk beds and two chests of drawers, a concrete floor. It had a window. All of the beds were taken except one of the top ones. By the window under the desk were three black boxes hooked to the wall. They were a little bigger than a shoebox. Baiyue flipped open the front of each one. They had names written on them. "Here's a space where we can put your battery." She pointed to an electrical extension.

  "What are they?" Jieling said.

  "They're the battery boxes. It's what we make. I'll get you one that failed inspection. A lot of them work fine," Baiyue said. "Inside there are electric ray cells to make electricity and symbiotic bacteria. The bacteria breaks down garbage to feed the ray cells. Garbage turned into electricity. Anti-global warming. No greenhouse gas. You have to feed scraps from the cafeteria a couple of times a week or it will die, but it does best if you feed it a little bit every day."

  "It's alive?" Jieling said.

  Baiyue shrugged. "Yeah. Sort of. Supposedly if it does really well, you get credits for the electricity it generates. They charge us for our electricity use, so this helps hold down debt."

  The three boxes just sat there looking less alive than a boombox.

  "Can you see the cells?" Jieling asked.

  Baiyue shook her head. "No, the feed mechanism doesn't let you. They're just like the ones we grow, though, only they've been worked on in the tissue room. They added bacteria."

  "Can it make you sick?"

  "No, the bacteria can't live in people." Baiyue said. "Can't live anywhere except in the box."

  "And it makes electricity."

  Baiyue nodded.

  "And people can buy it?"

  She nodded again. "We've just started selling them. They say they're going to sell them in China but really, they're too expensive. Americans like them, you know, because of the no global warming. Of course, Americans buy anything."

  The boxes were on the wall between the beds, under the window, pretty near where the pillows were on the bottom bunks. She hadn't minded the cells in the lab, but this whole thing was too creepy.

  Jieling's first paycheck was startling. She owed 1,974 R.M.B. Almost four months' salary if she never ate or bought anything and if she didn't have a dorm room. She went back to her room and climbed into her bunk and looked at the figures. Money deducted for uniforms and shoes, food, her time in the guesthouse.

  Her roommates came chattering in a group. Jieling's roommates all worked in packaging. They were nice enough, but they had been friends before Jieling moved in.

  "Hey," called Taohua. Then seeing what Jieling had. "Oh, first paycheck."

  Jieling nodded. It was like getting a jail sentence.

  "Let's see. Oh, not so bad. I owe three times tha
t," Taohua said. She passed the statement on to the other girls. All the girls owed huge amounts. More than a year.

  "Don't you care?" Jieling said.

  "You mean like little Miss Lei Feng?" Taohua asked. Everyone laughed and Jieling laughed, too, although her face heated up. Miss Lei Feng was what they called Baiyue. Little Miss Goody-goody. Lei Feng, the famous do-gooder soldier who darned his friend's socks on the Long March. He was nobody when he was alive, but when he died, his diary listed all the anonymous good deeds he had done and then he became a Hero. Lei Feng posters hung in elementary schools. He wanted to be "a revolutionary screw that never rusts." It was the kind of thing everybody's grandparents had believed in.

  "Does Baiyue have a boyfriend?" Taohua asked, suddenly serious.

  "No, no!" Jieling said. It was against the rules to have a boyfriend and Baiyue was always getting in trouble for breaking rules. Things like not having her trays stacked by 5:00 p.m. although nobody else got in trouble for that.

  "If she had a boyfriend," Taohua said, "I could see why she would want to quit. You can't get married if you're in debt. It would be too hard."

  "Aren't you worried about your debt?" Jieling asked.

  Taohua laughed. "I don't have a boyfriend. And besides, I just got a promotion so soon I'll pay off my debt."

  "You'll have to stop buying clothes," one of the other girls said. The company store did have a nice catalogue you could order clothes from, but they were expensive. There was debt limit, based on your salary. If you were promoted, your debt limit would go up.

  "Or I'll go to special projects," Taohua said. Everyone knew what special projects was, even though it was supposed to be a big company secret. They were computers made of bacteria. They looked a lot like the boxes in the dormitory rooms. "I've been studying computers," Taohua explained. "Bacterial computers are special. They do many things. They can detect chemicals. They are massively parallel."

  "What does that mean?" Jieling asked.

  "It is hard to explain," Taohua said evasively.

  Taohua opened her battery and poured in scraps. It was interesting that Taohua claimed not to care about her debt but kept feeding her battery. Jieling had a battery now, too. It was a reject—the back had broken so that the metal things that sent the electricity back out were exposed and if you touched it wrong, it could give you a shock. No problem, since Jieling had plugged it into the wall and didn't plan to touch it again.

  "Besides," Taohua said, "I like it here a lot better than at home."

  Better than home. In some ways yes, in some ways no. What would it be like to just give up and belong to the company? Nice things, nice food. Never rich. But never poor, either. Medical care. Maybe it wasn't the worst thing. Maybe Baiyue was a little . . . obsessive.

  "I don't care about my debt," Taohua said, serene. "With one more promotion, I'll move to cadres housing."

  Jieling reported the conversation to Baiyue. They were getting incubated cells ready to move to the tissue room. In the tissue room they'd be transferred to a protein and collagen grid that would guide their growth—line up the cells to approximate an electricity generating system. The tissue room had a weird, yeasty smell.

  "She's fooling herself," Baiyue said. "Line girls never get to be cadres. She might get onto special projects, but that's even worse than regular line work because you're never allowed to leave the compound." Baiyue picked up a dish, stuck a little volt reader into the gel and rapped the dish smartly against the lab table.

  The needle on the volt gauge swung to indicate the cells had discharge electricity. That was the way they tested to see the cells were generating electricity. A shock made them discharge and the easiest way was to knock them against the table.

  Baiyue could sound very bitter about New Life. Jieling didn't like the debt, it scared her a little. But really, Baiyue saw only one side of everything. "I thought you got a pay raise to go to special projects," Jieling said.

  Baiyue rolled her eyes. "And more reasons to go in debt, I'll bet."

  "How much is your debt?" Jieling asked.

  "Still 700," Baiyue said. "Because they told me I had to have new uniforms." She sighed.

  "I am so sick of congee," Jieling said. "They're never going to let us get out of debt." Baiyue's way was doomed. She was trying to play by the company's rules and still win. That wasn't Jieling's way. "We have to make money somewhere else," Jieling said.

  "Right," Baiyue said. "We work six days a week." And Baiyue often stayed after shift to try to make sure she didn't lose wages on failed cultures. "Out of spec," she said, and put it aside. She had taught Jieling to keep the out-of-specs for a day. Sometimes they improved and could be shipped on. It wasn't the way the supervisor, Ms. Wang, explained the job to Jieling, but it cut down on the number of rejects, and that, in turn, cut down on paycheck deductions.

  "That leaves us Sundays," Jieling said.

  "I can't leave compound this Sunday."

  "And if you do, what are they going to do, fire you?" Jieling said.

  "I don't think we're supposed to earn money outside of the compound," Baiyue said.

  "You are too much of a good girl," Jieling said. "Remember, it doesn't matter if the cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice."

  "Is that Mao?" Baiyue asked, frowning.

  "No," Jieling said, "Deng Xiaoping, the one after Mao."

  "Well, he's dead, too," Baiyue said. She rapped a dish against the counter and the needle on the voltmeter jumped.

  Jieling had been working just over four weeks when they were all called to the cafeteria for a meeting. Mr. Cao from Human Resources was there. He was wearing a dark suit and standing at the white screen. Other cadres sat in chairs along the back of the stage, looking very stern.

  "We are here to discuss a very serious matter," he said. "Many of you know this girl."

  There was a laptop hooked up and a very nervous looking boy running it. Jieling looked carefully at the laptop but it didn't appear to be a special projects computer. In fact, it was made in Korea. He did something and an ID picture of a girl flashed on the screen.

  Jieling didn't know her. But around her she heard noises of shock, someone sucking air through their teeth, someone else breathed softly, "Ai-yah."

  "This girl ran away, leaving her debt with New Life. She ate our food, wore our clothes, slept in our beds. And then, like a thief, she ran away." The Human Resources man nodded his head. The boy at the computer changed the image on the big projector screen.

  Now it was a picture of the same girl with her head bowed, and two policemen holding her arms.

  "She was picked up in Guangdong," the Human Resources man said. She is in jail there."

  The cafeteria was very quiet.

  The Human Resources man said, "Her life is ruined, which is what should happen to all thieves."

  Then he dismissed them. That afternoon, the picture of the girl with the two policemen appeared on the bulletin boards of every floor of the dormitory.

  On Sunday, Baiyue announced, "I'm not going."

  She was not supposed to leave the compound, but one of her roommates had female problems—bad cramps—and planned to spend the day in bed drinking tea and reading magazines. Baiyue was going to use her ID to leave.

  "You have to," Jieling said. "You want to grow old here? Die a serf to New Life?"

  "It's crazy. We can't make money dancing in the plague-trash market."

  "I've done it before," Jieling said. "You're scared."

  "It's just not a good idea," Baiyue said.

  "Because of the girl they caught in Guangdong. We're not skipping out on our debt. We're paying it off."

  "We're not supposed to work for someone else when we work here," Baiyue said.

  "Oh come on," Jieling said. "You are always making things sound worse than they are. I think you like staying here being little Miss Lei Feng."

  "Don't call me that," Baiyue snapped.

  "Well don't act like it. New Life is not
being fair. We don't have to be fair. What are they going to do to you if they catch you?"

  "Fine me," Baiyue said. "Add to my debt!"

  "So what? They're going to find a way to add to your debt no matter what. You are a serf. They are the landlord."

  "But if—"

  "No but if." Jieling said. "You like being a martyr. I don't."

  "What do you care," Baiyue said. "You like it here. If you stay you can eat pork buns every night."

  "And you can eat congee for the rest of your life. I'm going to try to do something." Jieling slammed out of the dorm room. She had never said harsh things to Baiyue before. Yes, she had thought about staying here. But was that so bad? Better than being like Baiyue who would stay here and have a miserable life. Jie-ling was not going to have a miserable life, no matter where she stayed or what she did. That was why she had come to Shenzhen in the first place.

  She heard the door open behind her and Baiyue ran down the hall. "Okay," she said breathlessly. "I'll try it. Just this once."

  The streets of Shanghai were incredibly loud after weeks in the compound. In a shop window, she and Baiyue stopped and watched a news segment on how the fashion in Shanghai was for sarongs. Jieling would have to tell her mother. Of course her mother had a TV and probably already knew. Jieling thought about calling, but not now. Not now. She didn't want to explain about New Life. The next news segment was about the success of the People's Army in Tajikistan. Jieling pulled Baiyue to come on.

  They took one bus, and then had to transfer. On Sundays, unless you were lucky, it took forever to transfer because fewer busses ran. They waited almost an hour for the second bus. That bus was almost empty when they got on. They sat down a few seats back from the driver. Baiyue rolled her eyes. "Did you see the guy in the back?" she asked. "Party functionary."

  Jieling glanced over her shoulder and saw him. She couldn't miss him, in his careful polo shirt. He had that stiff party-member look.