“The training and the job both require immense discretion,” Ephrem said, ignoring her, “and a great deal of focus.”
“I can focus,” I said. “I can be discreet.”
“Well,” Ephrem said, “I’ll set up a screening interview for you.”
“Thank you,” I said. “This will sound…look, I don’t mean to sound pathetic, but I’ve literally never had an interesting job before.”
Ephrem smiled. “I’m not worried about the screening interview. You’ll pass easily. This calls for a celebration.”
But if it called for a celebration, why was my sister speaking so little, why did she look so grim? A troubling line of work. Look, I wanted to tell her, as Ephrem ordered three glasses of champagne, I would rather do a dangerous job than a job that makes me comatose with boredom, but I was afraid if I said this she might start to cry.
7
A week later I arrived at the hotel fifteen minutes before my shift, and went to Talia’s office.
“Gaspery,” she said.
I started to close the door, but she shook her head and rose from behind her desk. “Let’s go for a walk.”
“I only have a few—”
“You know, it’s interesting.” She gestured for me to walk out ahead of her. “I studied the history of work in university, and if there’s one historical constant over the centuries, it’s that no one especially wants to mess with HR.” She opened the side door and we emerged into daylight by the loading dock. “I told your supervisor that I needed to meet with you. No one will mind.”
Today’s weather programming called for clouds, so the daylight was dim and grayish. I found it unsettling.
“It’s hard to get used to,” Talia said. She’d seen me glance uneasily at the sky. We were walking toward the path that ran alongside the Colony One river. All three colonies had rivers, for mental health reasons, running along identical white stone riverbeds, with identical white stone bridges arcing across them. They were engineering marvels. They all sounded exactly the same. “Why did you leave the Night City?” she asked.
“Bad divorce,” I said. “I just wanted a fresh start.” There was comfort in the sameness of the river sound; if I didn’t look up, if I didn’t pay attention to the strange grayish fake-cloudy-day light, I could pretend I was home. “Why did you come here?”
“I’m from here,” she said. “I didn’t move to the Night City till I was nine.”
“Oh.”
We were approaching a bridge. In the Night City, the bridge would’ve had a selection of derelicts napping or getting high underneath, in the peace and shadows of the embankment, but here there was just an old man on a bench, sitting alone and staring at the water.
“You came to my office to give your notice,” Talia said.
“How did you know?”
“Because my boss’s boss’s boss told me to speak with a couple of suits from the Time Institute three days ago. I could tell from their questions that they were vetting you for a position.”
Is there an unease that’s specific to the sense of an invisible bureaucracy in motion around you? Talia stopped walking, so I stopped too, and I gazed down at the water. When I was a kid I used to float little boats down the Night City river, but the Night City river was a dark and sparkling thing, reflecting both sunlight and the blackness of space. The Colony One river was pale and milky, reflecting the fake clouds on the dome.
“We used to live there,” Talia said, pointing, and I looked up and across the river at one of the oldest and most splendid of the grand apartment buildings, a white cylinder of a tower with a garden on every balcony. “My parents worked for the Time Institute.”
I wasn’t sure what to say. There was no non-catastrophic reason I could think of why a family would go from one of the most fashionable addresses in Colony One to a falling-down house in the Night City.
“They were both travelers,” Talia said. “Until a mission went wrong in some kind of awful way, after which my parents were unable to work, and within a year we were in that run-down neighborhood in the Night City.”
“I’m sorry.” I resented having to say this, because the thing was, I loved the Night City, and that run-down neighborhood was my home. My family—me, Zoey, our mom—weren’t there because we had to be there, we were there because in my mother’s words, “at least this place has some character to it, not like those sterile colonies with the fake lighting,” although as I remembered this, I was also remembering that we couldn’t afford to fix the roof when it leaked.