Child Garden Read Online Free

Child Garden
Book: Child Garden Read Online Free
Author: Geoff Ryman
Tags: Science-Fiction, Romance, Fantasy, SciFi-Masterwork
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In Future Times
(Windows in a Bridge)
     
     
    It was an audience of children.
    They sat on mattresses on the floor of a darkened room in a Child Garden. The children all wore the same grey, quilted dungarees, but they had been allowed to embroider them with colourful patterns. The children were allowed to drift in and out of the room as they pleased. There was no need for externally imposed discipline. On a makeshift stage, actors were trading convoluted Shakespearian wit.
    Thou pretty because little!
    Little pretty because little. Wherefore apt?
    And therefore apt because quick!
    It was a production of Love's Labour's Lost. The children were bored: they could follow the play with such ease.
    Milena Shibush waited in plain sight of the children to make her entrance. There was no proscenium arch to hide behind. She could hear what the children said. She did not expect flattery.
    'Another one of these New History things,' sighed a little girl in the front. Her cheeks were purple from the sun. Her voice was sulky, light, breathy. She was about three years old. 'If they're going to try to do the originals, why can't they get it right?'
    'I don't know why they bother to send us these plays,' said her little friend. Her voice already had the crackle of adult precision. 'We know them by heart already. And who is that idiot in the floppy boots?'
    The idiot was Milena Shibush. Tykes, she thought; it was expected that younger children would be obnoxious. They got everything without effort from the viruses; they had no idea that anything would require effort.
    I don't like the boots either, Milena thought, but these are the boots I have to wear.
    Milena was playing a constable called Dull.
    She had a total of thirteen lines. I am sixteen years old, Milena thought, halfway through my life, and I have thirteen lines in a production that is touring Child Gardens.
    Child Gardens were where orphans were raised. There were so many orphans. Milena had been an orphan herself. She had become an actress to escape orphans and Child Gardens. Here she was.
    Milena looked at the faces of her colleagues. The boy who played Berowne waited dull-eyed in his make-up and the beard he had grown for the part. He had to have a beard, for no other reason than that Berowne in the original production had had a beard. This recreation only served to preserve history. Milena lived in a culture that replicated itself endlessly, but which never gave birth to anything new.
    The actors are bored, thought Milena, the children are bored, why, why, why are we doing this?
    She muttered one of her thirteen lines. 'Me, an't shall please you.' It plainly didn't.
    At least, she thought, I can change my boots.
     
     
    It was nearly dark by the time Milena got back home. She walked beside the river on the pavements of the South Bank, which was feebly lit by alcohol lamps. There was still a smoky pinkness in the west.
    The National Theatre of Southern Britain loomed out of the darkness and slight haze. Great sweeping buttresses of Land Coral and a cage of bamboo kept the old building on its feet.
    The Zoo, it was called affectionately or otherwise. Milena was a registered member of the Theatrical Estate, but she was yet to work on any of the Zoo's main stages. It had a restaurant that was always open, called the Zoo Cafe. Actors could not sun themselves to feed. It made their skins too purple, too dark, and ruined them for Shakespeare and the classics. Actors had to be pale, for the sake of historical accuracy. They had to eat food and were nearly always hungry.
    Milena went to the Zoo Cafe when she was lonely or could not face cooking on her one-ring alcohol stove. It was something of a homeopathic cure for loneliness. Other people sat talking at tables, leaning back to laugh, brilliant young actors or the well-dressed, imperturbable children of Party Members. Milena watched them hungrily as she moved forward one step at a time in the queue for hot water.
    The fashion in
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