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Excerpt from SAIENSU FIKUSHON 2016

From “A Fair War”
by Taiyo Fujii

 

A killbug was a drone used to indiscriminately kill in the name of ETIS’s fight for an independent nation in the Xinjiang territory. Their small frames were fitted with AK-47 stocks and receivers made in small-scale Tibetan factories, and short, unrifled barrels capable of ring 7.62 mm rounds. Like the PLA’s Bingfeng MUCAVs, the drones were killing machines equipped with internal AI capable of seeking and destroying targets by their own will.

The cheap gunpowder available to the killbugs wouldn’t provide enough velocity for the bullets to penetrate reinforced concrete. If my memory was correct, the drone only carried twenty rounds. Even if it decided to expend it all in one blind volley, as long as we kept our heads below the windowsill, we would be all right.

Diving for the window had been the right course of action.

I signaled with my hands to let Wen, Jinzhu, and Aypasha know that we had a killbug outside. But when I looked across the office, I saw something that left me stunned with disbelief.

Across the of office, Bateer stood, his mouth hanging open. He, and the rest of the staff, were staring in bewilderment at us four crouching beneath the windows. I began to shout, “Wodao!— “Get down!”—but realized that they would be unfamiliar with military speak.

Plainly, I said, “Bateer, everyone, duck your heads! It’s coming to the window. A killbug is out there.”

A few slowly lowered their heads, but Bateer simply looked out the window with a confused expression. No, duck first, I thought to him, then look.

As I was about to speak up, a breeze came into the room. I heard two sounds: a door opening, and a voice speaking in thick Japanese.

“Good morning!”

It was Kuma, the head of the company. He picked a hell of a time to show up at work.

His stocky frame draped with a relaxed beige suit, the boss grabbed the brim of his white hat and was making a show of doffing it as his gaze landed on my signaling hand.

Now in gruff, Shanghai-accented Chinese, he said, “Outside the window?” He squinted in that direction. “That’s a PLA Bingfeng—No, wait. An ETIS killbug, then? Wouldn’t have thought to see one coming here.”

From his breast pocket, Kuma withdrew a pink tube roughly the size of a cigar and pointed it at the window.

“You four best move away from the window, just in case. I’m gonna fry that thing.”

I didn’t understand what he was doing, but he said it so forcefully that we obeyed without a word, moving away from the window and ducking down even lower.

His thick thumb, with hair coming all the way down to the second knuckle, pressed against part of the tube.

The sound of the thing, like a peanut shell bursting open, sent my hair standing on end.

“Ow, ow, ow!” Kuma said with a grimace as he tossed the pink cylinder to the ground.

The tube rolled to a stop near my feet, where it sent out wisps of smoke and the acrid smell of burning plastic.

“You’re not supposed to use it without gloves,” Kuma explained, walking to the window next to me. He put his hands on the sill.

I picked up the smoldering pink tube. It carried a label marked Ying-xiang (Bug Fumigant) followed by usage instructions that extolled its effectiveness against killbugs.

I couldn’t tell if it had broken naturally through use or if it had broken when Kuma dropped it. On one end, a triple-A battery peeked out from the loosened cap. As I was inspecting the device, Kuma spoke.

“It’s an EMP. Look for yourself.” He gestured out the window with his chin.

I stood and followed his sightline out the window, where the killbug was gradually dropping altitude in search of a place to land.

“Its sensors are all dead,” my boss explained. “CPU’s probably fried, too.”

“This thing, it’s called a ying-xiang?” I asked. I pulled two triple-A batteries from the husk. “I never would have thought something with this little power could make an EMP strong enough to fry a killbug.”

Kuma’s eyes widened. “Well, look at you, soldier. I didn’t know you talked. All I ever hear you say is shi.”

“What? I mean, maybe three months ago, sure, but I’ve adjusted.”

“I suppose so. No offense,” Kuma said with a chuckle. His eyes followed the killbug. “Those little drones are made with cheap components. Each killbug costs about eighty dollars to make—that’s what, five hundred yuan? But even their blind fire will kill people in a crowd. They can shoot through windows, and if they crash, the ammonia in their fuel cells sprays out everywhere and makes quite a stink. As far as cost-performance ratio goes, it doesn’t get much better than that.”

Before I could respond, someone else spoke up from behind me.

“That was . . . a killbug? It was after us?”

I turned and saw it was Bateer. His face looked ashen and blood-drained, and his eyes were wide.

“Yeah,” I said. “But we’re safe now.”
I don’t know if he just didn’t hear me, but the roids247.xyz next thing he did was duck in a panic. Losing balance, he stumbled over his chair and toppled to the ground on the other side. Likewise, the other staff finally got around to crouching.

Kuma let out a good belly laugh.

 

 

 

 

Excerpt from THE GATE OF SORROWS

But the girl was afraid of one building, the only one that never had any lights, ever. It was right in front of her, out the window. She could see it in the rain-smoked light from the other buildings. Hulking, dark, alone. Mama had taught her how to count. One, two, curl your fingers. Or stick them out and count out loud. Counting that way, the scary building was a little more than three traffic lights from the apartment. The girl wanted to count the buildings between, but she ran out of fingers and didn’t know what to do next. So she counted the traffic lights.

The building was peculiar. Mama had told her it was for business, but it had a different shape from the ones that made up the forest, and it was different from the nearer ones that seemed to be made of glass.

To the little girl, the building looked just like the can of cookies one of Mama’s customers had given her a long time ago. There was a picture of Mickey Mouse on the outside, and cookies that tasted like cocoa nestled beneath the lid.

This shape is called a cylinder. They don’t always have cookies. They hold all kinds of things. Tea, or candy.

The little girl could see the round building whenever she looked out the window, like a dark pillar between her and the sparkling buildings in the distance.

One, two, three. She had counted the number of stories on her fingers, with Mama’s help. The building had four stories.

It looks like no one is using it.

Mama had told her no one was living there, probably.

The building was empty. That’s why the lights didn’t go on. No one was going in and out. The little girl had never seen anyone open or close the windows in the daytime.

The roof of the building was a little bit funny. There was no railing. Instead, it was surrounded by a notched wall. The was a gap in the wall, at the left edge of the roof. There was something in the gap.

At first she thought it was a somebody. That was the afternoon of the day they had moved to this apartment, before she found out the building was dark at night. Mama! Mama! Look, somebody is sitting up there!

At first her mother was surprised too. She scrunched her eyes up and tilted her head this way and that.

That’s not a person. It’s some kind of a bronze statue, Mana. It must be a roof decoration.

A bronze statue. A decoration.

Like the ones in the park, remember? That one’s a little funny though, isn’t it?

It was funny. The little girl had never seen anything like it. She had said somebody was sitting up there because that’s just how it looked. But it wasn’t a somebody. It couldn’t be, because it had wings.

What was it, this something squatting on huge legs, hunched over, brooding on the roof of that black pillar?

In the girl’s eyes, that something was a monster out of the darkness, like in movies on TV or a picture in a book, a monster that spread its wings and rose into the air, slashing people with hooked claws. She wanted to take a closer look, even climb up to that roof. But maybe it would move if she got too close to it. It was a monster, after all.

The girl looked at the monster every day. She wanted to be sure it hadn’t moved, that it wasn’t getting closer, that monster brooding in the center of the view she loved to look at from the window.

The girl looked out the window, wrapped in her mother’s coat. The only trace of warmth in the freezing room was the fog of her breath. The monster was there now, in the winter storm and silver rain. Sometimes it disappeared in the sheeting downpour. Whenever that happened, the girl squinted to make sure it was still there.

The monster is there. It’s just a statue. It’s not scary or anything.

On the floor behind the little girl, her mother—the only person in the world she could rely on, and who herself was desperately in need of someone to rely on—was dying of pneumonia. Her five-year-old mind did not understand that death was near. She was too young to understand what death was.

But instinctively, as a creature that lived, she knew death was close. It was coming for her mother, coming to take away her single mother, worn out by years of toil and hard luck, to leave her only child, who had only ever heard her name spoken by her mother, alone in the darkness of this tiny room.

Death was coming. She could feel it. She wanted to snuggle up to her mother, but it was forbidden. All she could do was look out the window.

But she could be a sentinel. She could watch to see how close death was.

The monster would show her. If it moved, if it spread its wings, if it kicked off into the sky from that gap-tooth rampart, she would know.

Maybe she had been wrong to stare at it every day. Maybe looking at it so much made it notice her and Mama.

Her mother was wracked by another violent coughing fit. Then her throat made a different sound. It was like the wind blowing through the gap in the window frame. A creaking hiss.

The rain poured down the glass. Everything was blurred. The girl wiped the glass with a little hand. The freezing window raised goose bumps on her arms.

The monster would come. It would start to move. What would be scarier, to watch or turn away? She would hide in her mother’s bed, put her back close against her mother’s back.

Mama, the monster is coming!

In vain, her mother gasped for air.

That was when she saw it.

An enormous darkness descended onto the roof of the black pillar. It seemed to drop from the sky and alight by the hulking statue.

Yes, it moved. It didn’t just appear, like pushing a switch. It didn’t come out of the shadows. It came down from the sky.

It came from the sky!

Out of the swollen clouds, beyond the sheets of silver rain.

This new darkness was bigger than the squatting monster. The inky silhouette was shaped like a person. Its hair was long. Its arms and legs were long too.

And like the monster, it had wings.


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