The Living End - Sonya Dorman, ebook, CALIBRE SFF 1970s, Temp 2
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The [[v[ng End
by $onyq Dormon
It wasn't easy to get up the long, shallow flight of steps to the big hospital complex, with my belly so big
and heavy, but I made it by going very strowly. Went through the mesh helix of the entrance, down a
broad corridor to the rear, and enterecl the l)epartrnerri of Checks and Balances.
I spent several minutes hunting for the Admitting Office, and then was waved to a chair by the lady at the
desk. So I sat, waiting; the daily hospital activities went on around rne as if I weren't there. They brought
in a leg. A yellow ticket was attached with the donor's narne and a code number on it. As if in response,
the baby gave me a kick, and my knees jerked sympathetically.
A half hour had gone by, and I was bored, in spite of the exhibits. The main one, of course, was the heart
in its wired box; pump-pump, fluids ran through from walltubes. A printed card explained that it \4/as the
only heart ever rejected by thirty-seven recipients in a row. In the center of the dark, pulsing mass,
Il[otlter
was tattooed in a semicircle
"
"Miss?" I said to the lady at the desk, but she shook her head brusquely at rne. I had to rn'ait some more,
which didn't seem right
"
Not even the holographs could attract my attention anymore. I'd already looked
round and round the room staring at the sequence: the Marrow Fungus spores taking hold, little roots
probing into the porous bone, extendirg, being nourished, the pale shelf extruding from a tibia.
The final holograph in the series showed the man, alive and well, with various bulges at brow, elbow, and
knee, all of him well-kept with daily injections.
After the leg's number was filed by the lady behind the
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desk, who had continued to ignore me in spite of the fact that she knew I was in labor, an attendant came
and removed the ltg with speed and delicacy.
They brought in a pair of crossed ftngers, ticketed. Entered, filed, catalogued, and removed.
'Re with you in a momert," the lady said, flicking me a glance. Her contacts must be old ones, for her lids
were pink and her eyes bloodshot
"
Wouldn't you think she'd take better care of herself? With such
excellent care available.
"NameP Address?" she asked ffie, running a new card into the machine which put it on a spindle and
creased the pattern in. We went on through my references and code number
"
Tick tick, the machine
made its record. The baby gave a final heave before another contraction squeezed it into temporary
submission, A moment later I spread my knees a little and the child gave its unbom cry.n
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'Oh, shut him up," the lady said, pulling levers and punching buttons. "How can I be expected to work in
such a racket? I don't know what they want; they could at least give me an office aide."
While she was carrying on like this, and I increasingly dilated, and the baby continuing to squall and gulp,
unceremoniously helping himself to oxygen, two men came in carrying a head. It had no ticket, but the
donor's name had been stamped in government purple across the forehead. The lids were shut, but the
lipr fluttered, and now and then it sounded as if a croak came out of them. At the first of these, the lady
glanced suspiciously at me.
I said, "I never did that."
 The head was catalogued, and removed.
*
Lister," I said to the lady. "I really think Im going to have the baby almost immediately, right here."
"Well of course you are, why else would you have comeP" she replied crossly, triple-indexing my code
number, not to mention rny blood count, thotrgh they hadn't taken a blood sample.
'Doesn't it happen in another roomP" I asked. f was
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finally getting nen/ous about it. It was my first baby, and after all the tales I'd heard, I didn't know for sure
what to expect. They'd only warned me to look out for interns.
She rose from her chair, went to the blank-faced box on the wall directly in front of where I sat. She
pressed its button, and the front lit up with a movittg picture. A table. A huge central light like a srrn.
Around the table, an LSsortment of figures, male and female, dressed in pale green, and well masked. I
l"y on the table with my legs upheld.
"There )/ou ate," the ladSr said, and added ungraciously, "Now that we've got that settled, would you
like a cup of tea?"
Although my rnouth felt dry, I didn't think I could swallow a thing, so I replied, "No, thank you very
much, though."
I watched the screen, sliding down a bit more comfortably in the chair where I sat, my knees spread
awkwardly apart. The baby gave a rip-snorting screech, the figures on the screen reached down behveen
my legs and lifted up a dripping baby boy.
I said, "Ooof,
o
' and pressed *y hands against my belly. I took several deep breaths, still watching the
screen where a female figure tied off the cord, ctreaned the boy, and wrapped it in a cocoon of nylon.
The lady was back at her machio€, one eye on the moving picture, her lips moving. I could hear her
whisper, "One boy, normal, delivered in eight minut€s," as the machine tick-ticked the information into
creased cards on the spindle.
Slowly, I began to draw myself up in the chair trntil I was sitting up straight. I felt breathless, but relieved,
after carrying that burden all week. After a moment, I asked the lady, "fs that all nowP"
"That's it
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" she said. "Except for our usual advice: don't refurn before the end of next month. You must not
use up all your privileges at once, no matter how many matemity pills you're tempted to gobble. After all,
you've got five
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years of childbearing ahead of you. If that's what you want," she added the last with a certain sneer which
I knew had been practiced on many others.
She got up from her chair to file the cards. I got up, pressing my skirt down over my flat stomach. "Look
r
" I said, angered by her attitude, "as far as the law goes, I could come in here and have a baby every
single week for a yeaL So don't threaten me."
She disdained to answer. I was on my way to the door when another woman carne in, trushtg, and
plunged past me to the lady's desk. She said, "I'm in labort"
 "Do sit down, you'll have to wait until they clear the spools," the lady said.
I looked back as the woman sat down, balancing her belly in her l"p, and she caught my eye.
*
Did you
have one yet?" she asked.
"Yes, a lovely boy. Good luck with yours."
She said, "Thanks, I'll need it. I'm having twins again."
*
Greedy, greedy," said the lady disapprovingly to her, as I went out.
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