Genji - aka: Sakura
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 governnt and party regulations. So please. Comply with all local governnt 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 governnt 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 the right to leave the city for employnt. You can see the na 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 arrangents.
The guard was wrong. She knew it, she had read the regulations regarding work permits herself. But she couldn't waste the ti 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 welco.
The rest of the trip went well enough. When her station ca, 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 costics and half Japanese complexion would allow her, given Chinese standards of beauty.
She fixed her hair a little, brushed so 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 won 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 ss 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 so 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 soone who had not worked in the fields or gardens at all.
Genji supposed it gave them hope. But sothing she had learned a long ti 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 soone born and raised in the cities versus those who were born in the countryside among farrs. The farrs 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 co from a high mountain village in the north. Her people were poor, and if the governnt had their way they would have remained poor. But Shae had other ambitions. She had risen through the ranks of the local governnt, and even gotten herself a foreign academic post.
It was there, while slipping information to the Chinese Governnt about the inner workings of Japanese academia, that she t Genjis father. The sion of an old Japanese clan nad Sakura where Genji got her last na and mixed heritage. The clan hadnt favored the pairing, and when their illicit relationship, and the fact that her mother was actually a spy for the CCP had been uncovered, her mother had been expelled from Japan.
Of course, Gengi hadnt been born yet. By the ti her mother got back to the mainland though, she was nearly ready. When the governnt had discovered this fact of her pregnancy, her mother had been discarded as useless. What kind of spy had a toddler following them around?
After several years the Japanese and Chinese relations grew warm, very briefly. Enough that her father was able to petition for her to co and live with him. Shae had accepted, and for a few years before her teens Genji and lived with her father at their clan shrine.
Of course, that hadnt gone nearly as well as anyone had wanted.
Were here ladies! Ming shouted back to the ladies in the bed from his rolled down window. And just like that, Genji was out of the truck and about to face an interview that would decide the course of the rest of her life.
***
Your productivity is above requirent, and you have kept your record clean for the last year. No absences, and you were only late three tis. Once from the train, and twice because of confusion over your work pass.
That was she knew more than many won could say about their managers and employers. Particularly leftover won like her. Those whom the governnt and the CCP had deed socially unfit for a better life then the ones they already had at the very bottom of urban Chinese society.
Thank you Mr. Lee. She bowed slightly in her seat, a sign of respect and obedience but not so low as to invite negative remarks about her Japanese heritage. I have worked hard to maintain my position, and am deeply grateful for it. As you can see from my daily reports, my numbers are always accurate, and my penmanship is nearly perfect. I have had no complaints about my work quality, and as I have provided to you, I have finished three typing tests from all three sites you requested.
Genji motioned to the pile of papers with receipt numbers and official stamps from the librarian that proved they were authentic. Well, proved them as much as she was able to.
I see that. And they are all adequate. I am very pleased by your efforts to improve yourself, as is the party I am sure. To co from such a lowly and foreign background, and to do what you have already done is very impressive. But, secretary positions can only be provided to those of higher social credit than you have, as they are positions of trust. Continue down this path however, and perhaps in a few years we can reinterview you and . . .
She tried not to let the disappointnt get to her as he finished his explanation. It was filled with empty promises about the future. The sa promises everyone gave her since she was born. When he finished, she nodded and gave him as real a smile as she could muster.
I understand Mr. Lee. But soone in your illustrious position can surely request an increase in my station? That way, If not this year then . . . perhaps next?
Mr. Lee watched her through his circular glasses for a long mont, before sighing. Perhaps. He looked at the papers for another long mont. Have you considered a position as a quality auditor?
No sir. Please educate as to the requirents and duties. She had already, and it wasnt in any way an improvent over her current position. The pay was a little better, though not by much, but the work was inside in hot and stifling, or frigid and cold conditions. She would rather let the wobbly building on the outskirts of her work area fall on her then work as an auditor.
But Genji knew she had to give her boss an out. He was, if not a good man then an honest one. And the best thing for her to do would be to keep good relations with him. Cornering him or pressuring him into trying sothing that might make him look bad, like uplifting a foreign blooded peasant from the north? That would only sour the little good will Genji had earned from him.
He went on for about ten minutes explaining the duties of a produce quality auditor. It wasnt until the end that she heard anything new to her. The best part about the position is, that if you keep your quality scores above average, and maintain good attendance scores, you get an automatic bump in social credit. Nearly ten points. Now . . . he hesitated for a mont.
If you promise that you will do so, Ill send a letter to the local party requesting a pre-emptive point bump so you wont run into trouble with the train guards anymore. That will help. At least a little. Youll also be doing a favor by taking the position, as we had three won quit just last week taking better positions elsewhere in the city. Sothing that could open up for you as well if you take the job.
Genji knew better. Those won had left because the conditions were terrible among the auditors. Two had suffered frostbite on their fingers working with the frozen vegetables during the stew and canning process and had been forced to find piece work elsewhere. The third had died of heatstroke according to the rumors.
Thank you sir. I will seriously consider the offer. She nodded, stood, and left the room as he dismissed her. The Interview finally over.
***
So you didnt get it. Big deal Shen said as they sat in the dirt together, pulling up vegetables together. The sweet tuber roots were large, and deep rooted things. She didnt know their proper nas, but they were a lot like potatoes when cooked properly. Unlike potatoes they had to be cultivated in gardens by hand because industrial machinery was too rough on the plants.
That was most of what they grew here. Plants, fruits, vegetables, and the like that would grace the tables of the most high and powerful in society. Her and her fellow workers only got to eat those that were deed to ugly to sell, but still edible. Which is how she knew what the sweet tubers tasted like.
There are plenty of other jobs out there. Theyre growing more desperate for workers who can type, read, and spell properly. In all forms. Which you can do. Shen was trying to be encouraging, but it was well worn ground at this point.
Few things overco prejudice. Genji whispered quietly to her friend. She did not want to risk being overheard by others, who might use the comnt to get her fired in favor of one of their family mbers or friends.
Shen snorted. Ain't that the truth. Look Genji. This job is good. You get to work outside, you get to take so of the fancy food ho, 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 sumr? 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 ho. 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 t their harvesting quota for the day, it was lunch ti.
Mr. Lee, who usually wasnt there, handed out the small rice bread sandwiches himself. I have so good news for everyone, so once you have your lunch please sit on the green and ill make the announcent!
Genji thanked the server and took the asly al 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 lifeti.
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 so 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 beco penniless and holess because of this. She might have to go join the won 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 ca with a sinister warning.
Thoughts of her impending lack of employnt 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. Co 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. Co 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 apartnt complex not even vagrants lived in due to its poor craftsmanship, began to fall.
Towards her.
Shen scread 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 apartnt building. Welcoming it, and thanking whatever god, spirit, or enlightened high power had finally, blissfully, deed to end her ti on Earth.
The stone fell, her heart raced, and just as quickly as she had woken up that morning, everything went black.
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