PseudoPod 599: The Boy with the Glass Eyes
The Boy With The Glass Eyes
By J.L. Flannery
My son arrived in a brown cardboard package, no bigger than a shoebox.
I lifted the lid to see him lying there flat on his back, eyes closed, as though he were asleep.
‘Go on,’ my Boss said, ‘lift him up.’
Nervously, I lifted him up out of the box and cradled him in my arms. His skin was velvet. His smell; pure talcum powder. I looked down at his sleeping face and put on a smile, pretending the nausea that was rising in my throat didn’t exist.
My Boss, Mr Yamamoto, stood staring, waiting for me to react.
‘It’s incredibly lifelike,’ I said in Japanese.
He nodded, ‘Just like a real baby. Go ahead. Power it up.’
I hesitated a moment. What on earth would Alice say when I bought this thing home with me?
‘It’s a great privilege to be chosen,’ Mr Yamamoto said smiling, as if he could sense my unease.
I nodded, ‘Yes, I know. Thank you. I’m very grateful about it, honest I am. It’s just…’
‘It’s just what?’
‘Nothing,’ I said, ‘it’s nothing,’ and I held down the button on the base of its spine and the baby woke up.
Slowly, his eyes opened and he turned his head to look at me with his blue eyes made of glass. (Continue Reading…)