By: Felicity Shoulders
Read by: Mur Lafferty
Originally published in Asimov’s, Jan 2010 issue
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Rated PG-13: Swearing and disturbing hospital images
- Serious apologies – circumstances this week had me recording later than usual.
- Feedback for Episode 271
- Next week… A longer piece by Blake Charlton
The new patient was five or six years old, male, Caucasian, John Doe as usual. Grace checked the vitals his bed sensors were feeding her board and concluded he was asleep. She eased the door of 408 open and stepped in.
The boy’s head was tilted on his pillow, brown curls cluttering his forehead. Sleep had flushed his cheeks so he looked younger than the estimate. He seemed healthy, with no visible deformities, and if he had been opted for looks, it had worked—Grace would have described him as ‘cherubic’. He wouldn’t have been dumped if nothing was wrong, so Grace found herself stepping softly, unwilling to disturb him and discover psychological conditions.
“Don’t worry about waking him, he sleeps pretty deep.”
Grace started and turned to the other bed. “Hi, Minnie.”
The girl grimaced. “I go by my full name now, Dr. Steller.” Grace brought up her board to refresh her memory, but the girl said, “Minerva. Had you forgotten they’re doubling up rooms?”
“Yep, you caught me.”
“Is the rise in numbers caused by a rise in opting? Or is it a rise in surrenders, or arrests of parents?”
“Lord, Minn—Minerva, I don’t know. Planning to be a reporter when you grow up?”
“No, a scientist,” Minerva said and smiled, pleased to be asked.
“Why the scalpel-edged questions then?”
“Just curious if my campaign had had any effect,” Minerva said, nodding toward the window. The billboard across from the Gene-Engineered Pediatric Inpatient Center flashed a smog warning, then a PSA about eye strain from computer visors, but Grace remembered when it had borne a static image: Minnie, one year old, a pink sundress exposing the stubs of her arms and legs. _Babies should be born, not made._ The ad had stayed up until Minnie was eight, three years after her parents turned her over to GEPIC, and apparently she had seen it. She was twelve now, with serious eyes and a loose ponytail, dark blonde.