《She-What and the Tiara of Tyranny》Noodles for Dinner
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Tif takes a break for dinner,
riding the rickety turbo-elevator
down to street level,
plunging herself into
the flashing din
of the City.
The fire at the reactor is still raging,
and the sky has taken on
a shade of crimson
so sharp to the eye,
Tif can only look at it
for half a minute.
The Free City is mad with life,
street vehicles panting at intersections,
music bursting out of storefronts,
the sidewalks swollen and undulating
with all sorts
of sentients and automatons.
Tif disappears into the crowd,
and our eyes lift up
over the heads of the people,
taking in the incomprehensible diversity
before us,
every individual on their own path,
but converging beneath the neon light.
A long train of purple-robed
surrender maidens
snakes through the crowd,
holding hands,
their faceless sacramental masks
as enigmatic
as the chaste nuns beneath them.
A void trucker,
no doubt lost in the city,
honks his horn
at a half-dozen androids
blocking an intersection
in political protest.
The more the void trucker honks,
the louder the androids sing.
Police drones buzz in the air overhead,
vendors call out their wares.
A group of children,
their skin yellow from
playing in pollution,
sporadically bomb the street
with bottles and other trash
from a dark alley.
The city is always like this.
Our eyes turn back
to Tif,
who is ordering noodles
from a vendor she adores.
Steam billows through the noisy kitchen,
filling her nostrils
with dozens of flavors.
As Tif waits for her food,
she smokes a cigarette
and watches a young black woman
feeding her toddler
bits of a fortune cookie.
Tif is hypnotized by the baby —
so tiny, so fragile,
just a bud of life.
As an android, she was grown in a vat.
She never had a mother.
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No one ever nurtured her,
tended to her when she was sick,
lifted her into their arms
and covered her face
with kisses.
“Tif!” the cook calls out.
Her order is ready.
Tif pages through her sketchbook
as she happily slurps her noodles
into her mouth,
lingering
on her three new drawings
of Carlo’s orange.
She really has not had much use
for the color orange before.
No, she has not eaten the orange
yet.
She tells herself
she wants to savor it,
but she knows
it’s because she’s afraid,
because she’s afraid
of being connected to Carlo.
Did he bomb the reactor?
The walls of her building
are paper thin,
and she has listened to
Carlo and his friends
plan something
for months.
They said the word “revolution.”
They said the word “bomb.”
Tif thought Carlo and his friends
were all talk,
like everyone in the City.
But when that blast came...
She supposes that Carlo
is a different type of man
than most she knows —
retired muscle for the Crystal Syndicate,
a serious gangster,
the kind of man
you can shoot at,
but can’t kill.
But what is he doing
bombing a reactor?
The walls of her building are thin
but she does not understand
why
Carlo and his friends would do
what they did.
What was the point?
The lights went out
for an hour.
The news didn’t even talk about it.
Why risk it?
Tif drops her noodle tray in the trash
just as a burst of rapid gunfire
rings out a few blocks away,
followed by another burst in reply.
A gangwar has been brewing for weeks
between the Crystal Syndicate
and the Burning Ring,
and it is only a matter of time
before the police are shooting people
from the air.
She decides to head back home,
manuevering through the crowds,
longing for the silence of her room.
After riding the shuddering turbo-elevator,
she sees a man
waiting by her door.
They know!
she thinks, shivering in fear,
They know I know about the reactor!
But —
it’s just her first date
of the evening,
early
for his appointment.
to be continued...
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