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NATURE|Vol 440|27 April 2006

Ringing up baby

Order a little sister, then order her about.

Ellen Klages

Mine are blue, so brown again.

“Intelligence?”

I have to think about that. I don’t want a

sister who’s stupid , but if she’s smarter than

me, she will be difficult to boss.

“Above average,” Nanny decides. “Good

at maths?”

Hmm. I’m in second grade, and we’re

doing the times tables. That could be use-

ful. But it probably isn’t something she’ll

be able to do right away.

So I shrug, which is a mistake, because

Nanny is very strict about manners and

posture and I have to listen to a lecture

before she will tap the bottom of the screen

and scroll to the next page of baby parts.

thing. Angela Xhobi’s sister has asthma,

because she was made the old-fashioned

way, without a menu, and she gets all the

attention. I wouldn’t like that at all.

Nanny takes a breath for another lec-

ture, but I am saved when the iVid sings

the Phone Call Song. Nanny sighs again

and when she says, “Connect,” I see that it’s

her mother, who calls every afternoon.

Mrs Nanny is quite deaf, even with her

implants, so Nanny taps SAVE on the baby

screen and goes downstairs where she can

shout without me hearing all the words.

“Little pitchers,” she says to her mother as

she greys the upstairs iVid. I don’t know

what that means.

I slump back into my chair, because

Nanny isn’t here to tell me not to, and

because she will be gone a long

time. Her mother always has a

lot to say. I stare at all the dis-

eases, and then I see a better

word at the bottom of the

screen. PETS.

We don’t harbour animals,

because Nanny is allergic.

(She was made the old-fash-

ioned way, too.) But I’d like

to see what we could have. I

touch the screen to scroll

down for more pets, and a

Bubble Man appears, to

tell me about a special

offer. His picture seems to

come out of the wall and

stand right in front of me.

“Jellyfish DNA on sale,” the

Bubble Man says. He takes off

his top hat, pulls a rabbit out of

it, and holds it out towards me. The rabbit’s

fur glows a soft, bright green.

“Wow,” I say.

“Bioluminescence, 50% off. Today only.

Touch Box 306a to order!” He steps back

into the screen and disappears with a little

picture of smoke.

It only takes me a minute to find Box

306a and tap it to red. Then I SAVE and

scroll back up to the disease boxes. It is

good to leave things just the way you

found them.

I sit very straight in my chair, humming,

because I know a secret. Once I have my

baby sister, I will never need my night-

light again.

Nanny will be so proud.

Nanny says that I am spoiled. It comes

from being an only child, and not having

to share holidays or cakes and always get-

ting to sit by the window. If I had a little

brother or sister, I would learn responsi-

bility. More work for her, she sighs, but she

is only thinking of my character. Thinking

about me is Nanny’s job.

Of course, Mother is far too busy to

have a baby right now, what with the Hen-

derson case and all. (When I have supper

with her, on Wednesdays, she talks about

nothing but the Henderson case.) So

Nanny has arranged for

a nice lady to plant

Mother’s egg and do all

the messy parts, then

give the baby to us

when it’s done.

“What would you

like,” Nanny asks me

over cocoa. “A brother

or a sister?”

I have to think for a

moment, but only a

little, because a brother

would be a pest and

get into my best things,

like Courtney Taylor’s

brother Robby, who pro-

grammed her mobile

phone to ring with a

nasty farting sound. A sis-

ter is someone I can be the

boss of.

“A sister, please,” I say in

my sweet voice. Nanny loves

my sweet voice.

Nanny touches a box on the wall

screen, and it glows bright pink.

“Birthday?” she asks, her finger not

quite touching the screen, but ready.

My birthday is in June. “October,” I say

after a minute, because I’ve had to count in

my head, so her party won’t get in the way

of Christmas, either.

“Excellent,” says Nanny. “We can place

our order today.” She taps her finger on the

screen. That box glows red.

“What else can we pick?” There are a lot

of boxes. I finish my cocoa and stand right

next to Nanny, who smells like Vermont.

A nice cool green smell.

She begins to read to me, scrolling

slowly down.

“Hair colour?”

“Brown.” Mine is honey blond.

“Eyes?”

This page is less

interesting because the words are

very long and I don’t know what they

mean. Bioimmunity. Cholesterol. Neuro-

muscular. I stare at the screen with my

eyes very wide so that I don’t yawn out

loud.

On the side of the screen is a list, like the

menu on the Emirate of Toys site, which I

used by myself last year for my Christmas

wants. The baby list is not very long.

Babies only come in about six colours —

we’re getting one that matches Mother and

me. Humans are a lot less interesting than

Legos or iBots.

Nanny reads me all the diseases you can

ask your baby not to have. Most of them

are options, she says, which means we have

to pay more. But I think we should pick

them all, because a sick sister is not a good

�

Ellen Klages won a Nebula Award in 2005

for her story Basement Magic . Her first novel,

The Green Glass Sea , will be published by

Viking in October.

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Nature PublishingGroup

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