Chapter 2: Death Is Better Than Life

Chapter 2: Death Is Better Than Life

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Your attention please all passengers. The intercom of the small commuter train was tinny and thin. But Genji could make out what the stewardess was saying. All passengers who are riding without a ticket, or who smoke in public areas, will face a potential decrease in their social credit according to all applicable local government and party regulations. So please. Comply with all local government and party regulations. I repeat

Genji tuned it out, and looked out the window.

Do you have a ticket mis? The guard gently poked her shoulder to get her attention. Mis?

Oh, yes. Genji sat straight, reached into her small sack cloth bag she had fashioned herself, and retreated her pass card and local government ID. The red mark on the front of her ID gave her social credit score away, but the pass clearly stated she had a work permit exception.

I see. Mis. You know you are not allowed to ride this train out of the city. The guard shook his head sadly. Im afraid I'll have to report this to the conductor.

Please sir. Read the permit card. It is a work pass that grants me the right to leave the city for employment. You can see the name of my employer there.

He took a close look at the card then nodded. True. But, it doesnt change the fact that you cant use the train to do so. Ill allow you this ride today because clearly you are confused. But now that you know, you need to make other arrangements.

The guard was wrong. She knew it, she had read the regulations regarding work permits herself. But she couldn't waste the time to fight with him, get his supervisor on the phone, and get her boss to chat with the guard to clarify the nature of the permit. She had done that before of course, particularly that first week she had started at her new job.

But she couldnt. Not today. Today they started harvesting, and, well, she didnt want to get her hopes up too high.

Thank you for your generosity, and education officer. I will of course correct my behavior. He wasnt an officer, just a guard the rail line paid to get rid of vagrants who tried to sleep on the train or to catch ticketless or passless riders. He wasnt the bad type, just the kind that wanted to flex his petty authority now and then, who thought that only by flexing said authority could others show him proper respect.

A little flattery went a long way with them, she knew. And it cost her nothing.

You are welcome.

The rest of the trip went well enough. When her station came, Genji got off the train and walked quickly to the public bathroom. The small, heavily cracked mirror was clean enough to allow her to see herself. She looked, well, not good. But as good as her lack of cosmetics and half Japanese complexion would allow her, given Chinese standards of beauty.

She fixed her hair a little, brushed some of the dirt from her best work dress that had clung to it from the seats on the train, and then ran outside. In front of the train station the work truck was waiting, and the other employees, most of them elderly or low rated women crowded the back of the truck bed.

Shen offered her a hand up to the cab. Saved you a seat up here Genji. She took the offered hand and her friend helped pull her up to the tall truck cab. The cab was only marginally cleaner than the bed, but at least the wind wouldnt mess up her hair as much.

Are you excited? Shen asked as the door closed and the driver, Ming the only male in the outfit turned the vehicle on and started going.

About what?

About your interview, silly. I hope one of us gets it and not some leftover woman from the city whose parents could buy them the spot. Shen was a beautiful, middle aged woman who had never been married. Technically, she was a leftover woman as well. But the field workers always liked to see one of their own promoted rather than someone who had not worked in the fields or gardens at all.

Genji supposed it gave them hope. But something she had learned a long time ago was, hope? Hope was dangerous. All it did was set you up for failure. But even she was susceptible to its intoxicating lure. It's why she was excited, even if she knew she wouldnt be selected.

Here we are ladies. Ming said in his country drawl. You could always tell the difference between someone born and raised in the cities versus those who were born in the countryside among farmers. The farmers were nearly universally healthier, poorer, and they had a strange drawl to their words, remnants from their peasant village days before the Great Leap Forward and the urbanization efforts of that era.

Her mother had been one of those.

Shae had come from a high mountain village in the north. Her people were poor, and if the government had their way they would have remained poor. But Shae had other ambitions. She had risen through the ranks of the local government, and even gotten herself a foreign academic post.

Few things overcome prejudice. Genji whispered quietly to her friend. She did not want to risk being overheard by others, who might use the comment to get her fired in favor of one of their family members or friends.

Shen snorted. Ain't that the truth. Look Genji. This job is good. You get to work outside, you get to take some of the fancy food home, oh sure it doesnt look good the stuff we get, but it's free and it doesnt taste half bad. The pay is, just barely, enough to live off of too. What more could you want?

She thought about it as she pulled up a particularly large tubar. Air conditioning during the summer? A savings of more than a few Yuan. Oh, how about the ability to go get this tooth looked at. The one that is turning black? She opened her mouth and pointed at it with a dirt covered finger.

Shen recoiled, laughing slightly. Okay, okay. You made your point. And youre right, that tooth needs to be pulled before the infection spreads. We can ask Ming before you go home. He has a pair of pliers.

Genji sighed. Good idea.

The two kept chatting about various things, allowing the topics to range to less important matters. Once they met their harvesting quota for the day, it was lunch time.

Mr. Lee, who usually wasnt there, handed out the small rice bread sandwiches himself. I have some good news for everyone, so once you have your lunch please sit on the green and ill make the announcement!

Genji thanked the server and took the measly meal to the green which was a large open area in the middle of the processing compound that wasnt all that green. The grass was brown and crackly and she wasnt sure if it had ever been any kind of shade of green in her lifetime.

Her and Shen sat and ate while the line moved along. After a few minutes. Mr. Lee stood on top of a short overturned crate and addressed them all. I have great news everyone. As of this morning, I received approval for pay raises across the board of 2 yuon per week.

That got some applause and happy grumbling but mostly people kept eating. 2 yuon a week was . . . not a lot of money. Even by their standards.

Thank you, thank you. In accordance with this new directive I have been ordered to remove all non-native employees from our workforce. As there are no foreigners here, this directive shouldnt affect us too much.

The bottom fell out of Genjis stomach. Technically, on paper, she was half foreign. Depending on how the directive was worded, she might loose her job.

She stopped listening. Her world spinning into the numb realization that she was likely to become penniless and homeless because of this. She might have to go join the women over in the red light district, though who would have her gangly, lanky body even for enough money to pay for her rent, she didnt know. Then again, there were always stories of freaks who liked the girls who looked japanese. Though those stories usually came with a sinister warning.

Thoughts of her impending lack of employment dominated her mind. Even when her and Shen went back out to the fields for their second half of the work day, she was numb. Only giving one word awnsers to her only friend as they continued to work.

Then, the world shook.

Shen sighed, and got up. Come on, we have to go see if the boss needs any help back at the plant if any of the machinery shifted.

Go on. Ill catch up.

Genji, you cant stay like this all day. Come on, lets go see if Mr. Lee needs our help, then maybe we can ask him about your status. I know thats what youre freaking out about.

Go on Shen. II just need a minute.

Shen sighed and turned to leave. It was then that the shadows around her shifted, and a crack louder then any thunder Genji had ever heard filled her ears. She turned only to see the poorly made, half fallen seven story apartment complex not even vagrants lived in due to its poor craftsmanship, began to fall.

Towards her.

Shen screamed and ran. Shed get away. Shen was fast on her feet. Genji however? Well, perhapsperhaps just this one, shed let the world, which had been trying to crush her since she was born, succeed.

She stood, and bowed towards the falling apartment building. Welcoming it, and thanking whatever god, spirit, or enlightened high power had finally, blissfully, deemed to end her time on Earth.

The stone fell, her heart raced, and just as quickly as she had woken up that morning, everything went black.