Interzone #244 Jan - Feb 2013 (7 page)

Achimwene stared out of the window, at the moon rising high above Central Station. A mystery was no longer a mystery once it was solved. What difference did it make how Carmel had come to be there, with him, at that moment? It was not facts that mattered, but feelings. He stared at the moon, thinking of that first human to land there, all those years before, that first human footprint in that alien dust.

Inside Carmel was asleep and he was awake, outside dogs howled up at the moon and, from somewhere, the image came to Achimwene of a man in a spacesuit turning at the sound, a man who does a little tap dance on the moon, on the dusty moon.

He lay back down and held on to Carmel and she turned, trustingly, and settled into his arms.

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Copyright © 2013 Lavie Tidhar

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‘The Book Seller’ is the latest story set in
Lavie Tidhar
’s Central Station milieu, following on from ‘Strigoi’ in issue 242. He also has a story (‘What we talk about when we talk about z------’) in the current issue of our sister magazine
Black Static
(issue 32, out now). Lavie’s novel
Osama
recently won a 2012 World Fantasy Award, and is out now as a mass market paperback. Visit his website at lavietidhar.wordpress.com for more information.

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Please check our website, ttapress.com, for details and ordering of all available back issues of Interzone, Crimewave and Black Static/The Third Alternative. You will also find links to the publishing sites of our Ebook editions if you want to see earlier e issues.

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by Helen Jackson

Illustrations for
Build Guide
by Richard Wagner

BUILD GUIDE

T
he new apprentice was a slight, childish figure, maybe 150cm tall and massing about 50 kilos. She clung to a grabrail and glared at us. She looked nauseous. She wasn’t what I’d hoped for.

The Gaffer said what we were all thinking:
“Great. They’ve sent us a little girl. She’s no good to us. Did you know about this, Peggy?”

I shook my head and sighed. I was too old to wrangle teenagers. The Earthside contractor we worked for had embraced the New Modern Apprentice scheme. They got government subsidies, tax breaks, and good PR. We got a stream of unemployed
– possibly unemployable – youngsters. This was the youngest yet.

The Gaffer spoke to the kid. “What’s your name, girlie?”

“
Grace Benjamin Murray
,
gramp
s
,” the kid said, pointedly. She spoke with spirit, despite still being doped up from the shuttle journey, in a pronounced South London accent. Eltham, maybe, or Kidbrooke. One of the rougher estates. The Gaffer didn’t rise to the challenge.

“
How old are you, Grace Benjamin Murray? Fifteen?”

Murray kept her head up. “I’m nearly nineteen and I’ve been through full training.”

Diego snorted. “What, six weeks groundside? Think that’ll help you up here, nearly-nineteen?”

Murray looked fit to explode. She reminded me of myself at that age: scrappy and determined. I stepped in before she could say something she’d regret.

“
Peggy Varus, foreman’s assistant,” I introduced myself. “You’ll be bunking in with me. The Gaffer’s Rasmus Larsson, Mr Larsson to you.” I nodded at the Gaffer and hoisted a thumb Diego’s way. “He’s Diego.”

“
Mr Fernandez to you.”

“
In your dreams,” she said, letting go of her grabrail and attempting to step forward. As she floated, her face went distinctly green. I barely got the sick bag to her in time.

The Gaffer looked disgusted. Diego burst out laughing. I hustled the kid away before she could get herself in more trouble.

* *

“Can we kee
p
her inside?” asked the Gaffer. “I haven’t got time to babysit.”

We were running through the week’s build guide for th
e
nt
h
time. Although we’d each be fed our step-by-steps on the Head Up Displays, it helped to know the full operation by heart.

“
I don’t see how,” I said, pausing the build guide at step five and pointing at the holo. “It’s a four person job from here onwards.”

We’d received a steelwork delivery along with our problem child and were ready to move onto the main truss extension. We’d also received a new boatload of tourists. The hotel accommodated fifty sightseers, keen to view the Earth from space. It’d take twice that many once we completed the new wing.

“
Could we adjust to use the three of us plus an arm?” asked the Gaffer.

“
Not a chance. Roboarm-1 will be doing the heavy lifting, Diego’ll be attached to R-2 in order to come in from the offside, and R-3’s giving rides to the visitors.” The Gaffer looked thoughtful. I headed him off: “We’ll never get permission to requisition R-3.”

He nodded acknowledgement. We’d asked before, without success. “Can we reprogramme the build to use a maximum of three people?”

“
I already looked at it. Today’s on the critical path: we’d lose a lot of time.”

This wasn’t quite true. I could see a way of reprogramming, but it would affect the delivery schedules for several suppliers I wanted to keep happy. I knew the Gaffer wouldn’t question me.

He frowned. “Okay, we’ll take her out. But I don’t want her causing trouble. Watch her, Peggy.”

* *

I contemplated Murra
y
as we suited up. She was over her space-sickness and handled her suit fasteners with confidence. It looked as if she’d stayed awake during training.

“
Hey, nearly-nineteen,” said Diego. “D’you know one end of a podger wrench from the other?”

Murray pulled the wrench out of her tool belt. “Sure do. Used to have these in the gang.” She paused and lifted it in a raised fist, spike end forward. “Pointy end for stabbing, blunt end for hitting, right?” Diego blanched. The Gaffer pushed forward and grabbed it from her.

“
No way were you in a gang, girlie. Stow this and stop menacing Diego.”

Murray took the podger back, but didn’t replace it on her belt immediately. She floated it near her hand. “Was too. Steel erector gang. Started straight from school. I’d done eight months when the recession hit and we got laid off. I know what I’m doing with a podger.”

“
Oh yeah?” said Diego. “Fifty quid says every nut you put on today needs tightening by a real erector.”

“
Give over, Diego,” I said. “That’s not a fair bet.” It takes several shifts to figure out how to apply the right torque in microgravity, and fifty pounds was more than an apprentice’s daily wage. I expected the Gaffer to intervene. He stayed quiet.

“
Too right it isn’t fair,” said Murray. “It’ll be the easiest fifty I’ve ever earned. Wanna make it a hundred?” She held out her gloved hand to shake on the bet, an awkward Earth gesture that made Diego sneer.

“
Helmets on,” said the Gaffer.

I got a glimpse of Murray’s resolute expression before the gold visor hid it. I admired her commitment to making a fast buck. She’d go far, if she could master her overconfidence. Maybe I should take an interest in her?

“
Clip in, Murray,” I said, passing her a line. “Attach the other end to the red rail as soon as you get outside. Understand?” She nodded, hooked in, and looked back at me. Her body language said she expected something else. I waited.

“
Where’s my secondary line?” she asked. She really had been awake during training.

“
We can’t use secondary lines today. With the four of us, and the build order we’ve got, we’d get tangled with two lines each.”

“
Safety handbook says no-one’s to go out without primary and secondary lines.” Murray spoke quietly. She moved back, away from the airlock. She sounded even younger without her attitude.

The Gaffer entered the code to open the airlock inner door. As the release alert beeped, I did my best to sound reassuring.

“
Construction Manager Caldwell set the build order. If she says it’s safe, it’s safe. We work without a secondary line all the time.”

“
But what if it breaks, or comes loose? Safety handbook says – ”

“
Safety handbook? Not so tough now, are you, nearly-nineteen?” said Diego.

Murray shut up, and pulled herself into the airlock with the rest of us. We exited on the off side of the space station. Diego and the Gaffer headed to their positions. I kept Murray near the airlock door. If she panicked I wanted to be able to stuff her back inside straight away.

“
This is freaky,” she said, floating a step away from the door. She didn’t sound scared any more, she sounded awed. I could remember my first time well enough to know what she was experiencing. Space is different from the neutral buoyancy lab. Sure, the suit floats in the pool, but in space…

“
I’m floating inside my suit!”

“
How’re you feeling? Any nausea? Headaches? Dizziness? Anything strange happening to your vision?”

She brought her legs up and pushed off, drifting until her line pulled taut. Over the radio, I could hear her laughter: bubbling glee rather than hysteria. Looked like she wasn’t going to pass out on me. Next step, dealing with the view.

“
Murray, pull yourself back in now.” She didn’t obey immediately, still caught up in the sensation of floating. I raised my voice a notch. “Murray!”

“
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m coming.” She remembered enough of her training to grab hold of the line rather than using her legs to manoeuvre; I’ve seen plenty of apprentices floundering as they kicked off against nothing at all. Murray’s return wasn’t elegant or fast, but it wasn’t bad. She had promise.

“
We’re going round to the Earth side. Use the green grabrails, hand over hand like this.” I demonstrated. “Don’t try to float. Stay behind me.”

She kept up, until the Earth rose in her vision. I heard her indrawn breath. She stopped dead. I’d been expecting it – the view from Earth-Moon L5 is something special – and carried on moving steadily.

The planet was the only colour in the sky. There wasn’t much cloud that day; big banks of white over the Americas, but vivid blue elsewhere, with the landmass of Europe clearly visible. I always liked being able to see England. I missed home.

“
Beautiful, isn’t it?” I said. “It’s a real challenge to ignore those visuals. This is where you have to remember your training and focus on the job you’re here to do. Can you do that, Murray?”

She reached for the next grabrail and hauled herself forward. She’d almost caught up when she spoke. I swear I could hear the shrug in her voice.

“
Where’s the big deal? Seen it a million times.”

She seemed to mean it. I stopped.

“
Seeing it on a screen’s hardly the same as being here.”

She took her right hand off the rail and brought it up to her helmet. “Nah,” she said, cheeky. “The view was better in the movies, without all this Head Up Display crap getting in my face. Are we starting work or aren’t we?”

I got moving. I’d noticed a similar attitude in the last apprentice. The way these kids took space for granted made me feel ancient. It was time I moved Earthside, if only I could find the right successor. If the company had had a decent pension plan, or I’d managed to skim enough, I’d have taken retirement years ago.

Diego was plugged on to Roboarm-2 when we reached our work point. The Gaffer got us started, steadily talking us through the build, step by step, reinforcing our HUD visuals, keeping everyone together.

The three of us worked well as a team. The Gaffer and I had been on the same crew for eleven years. I knew he’d make sure we got the job done, and he knew I’d deal with the paperwork without bothering him. Diego was into his third year with us and the Gaffer was training him well. Still, a fourth pair of hands – even clumsy hands – came in useful.