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140 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 5, 2020
“It does take blood, to make a city. That’s part of the problem. We haven’t figured out how not to feed ourselves on ourselves.”Narrated by a 22nd century New York subway commuter who works in conflict resolution using the tech implanted in her head - in the time of climate refugees and scarcity and kids who have never even eaten an apple - this starts with a poignant look at the cave-in during the 1903 building of a section of New York Subway, a disaster taking lives of many miners, some of whose names remain unknown to us. The bloody disaster is imagined as an enormous horrific sacrifice to the city. An extra dynamite blast is fired during the construction of the tunnel - two blasts are considered safe, third may not be, “but cities have demands, and so do subcontractors” — and so among blood and mangled limbs and dying cries that carried to the surface some 180 feet above them, dying in the dark, the miners sacrifice to the growing city added to the terrible symbiosis.
“Breathing creatures are hungry ones, and the city took the miners twice: once with joy, into its pubs and brothels and theaters, into its rooming-houses in Spuyten Duyvil—and once with blood.”
“[…] but if I keep talking to her, the rest of the people in this car will rotate around, they’ll make a human space where they recognize this woman as a person. We’re New Yorkers, and one of the other laws of the subway is when someone fucks up we all shout them down.”
‘Thomas Lynch on his knees’, I tell myself, and ‘they heard the screaming from the surface’, and I breathe in and out and think about holding back the sea a little longer, with my own hands if I have to. With my own voice.
“But I know they’re still here. With us in the dark. Sometimes I am sure they bought us the city, the vast machine of it that still runs despite everything we’ve done to the world. Sometimes I think that if we’d never sacrificed them, we’d never have had to have despite. Cities work by old magic, though, and there’s only so much you can plan for. They make demands. They grow and they die, and they make us, too, we small vicious brilliant things, and we grow and we die too, under their care, and we murder and nurture them the same.”
“The time-space continuum might be back to normal, but what about the paper trail?”
Already it was the city, and already it was a breathing creature, even if its bloodstream was still being dynamited out of the rock. Breathing creatures are hungry ones, and the city took the miners twice: once with joy, into its pubs and brothels and theaters, into its rooming-houses in Spuyten Duyvil—and once with blood.
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2020 Nebula Award Finalists
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2021 Hugo Award Finalists