Alessandra was too hot and tired to play. She did not chase after her.
'Of course I doubt you.'
'You are no fun today, Alessandra.'
'Even if it's true, it's a horrible idea. You should have asked me. Do you know what colonists' lives will be like? Sweating in the fields as farmers.'
'Don't be silly,' said Mother. 'They have machines for that.'
'And they're not sure we can eat any of the native vegetation. When the formics first attacked Earth, they simply destroyed all the vegetation in the part of China where they landed. They had no intention of eating anything that grew here naturally. We don't know if our plants can grow on their planets. All the colonists might die.'
'The survivors of the fleet that defeated the formics will already have those problems resolved by the time we get there.'
'Mother,' said Alessandra patiently. 'I don't want to go.'
'That's because you have been convinced by the dead souls at the school that you are an ordinary child. But you are not. You are magical. You must get away from this world of dust and misery and go to a land that is green and filled with ancient powers. We will live in the caves of the dead ogres and go out to harvest the fields that once were theirs! And in the cool evening, with sweet green breezes fluttering your skirts, you will dance with young men who gasp at your beauty and grace!'
'And where will we find young men like that?'
'You'll see,' said Mother. Then she sang it: 'You shall see! You shall see! A fine young man with prospects will give his heart to you.'
Finally the paper fluttered close enough for Alessandra to snatch it out of Mother's hands. She read it, with Mother bending down to hover just behind the paper, smiling her fairy smile. It was real. Dorabella Toscano (29) and daughter Alessandra Toscano (14), accepted into Colony I.
'Obviously there's no sort of psychological screening after all,' said Alessandra.
'You try to hurt me but I will not be hurt. Mother knows what is best for you. You shall not make the mistakes that I have made.'
'No, but I'll pay for them,' said Alessandra.
'Think, my darling, beautiful, brilliant, graceful, kind, generous, and poutful girl, think of this: What do you have to look forward to here in Monopoli, Italia, living in a flat in the unfashionable end of Via Luigi Indelli?'
'There is no fashionable end of Luigi Indelli.'
'You make my point for me.'
'Mother, I don't dream of marrying a prince and riding off into the sunset.'
'That's a good thing, my darling, because there are no princes — only men and animals who pretend to be men. I married one of the latter but he at least provided you with the genes for those amazing cheekbones, that dazzling smile. Your father had very good teeth.'
'If only he had been a more attentive bicyclist.'
'It was not his fault, dear.'
'The streetcars run on tracks, Mother. You don't get hit if you stay out from between the tracks.'
'Your father was not a genius but fortunately I am, and therefore you have the blood of the fairies in you.'
'Who knew that fairies sweat so much?' Alessandra pulled one of Mother's dripping locks of hair away from her face. 'Oh, Mother, we won't do well in a colony. Please don't do this.'
'The voyage takes forty years — I went next door and looked it up on the net.'
'Did you ask them this time?'
'Of course I did, they lock their windows now. They were thrilled to hear we were going to be colonists.'
'I have no doubt they were.'
'But because of magic, to us it will be only two years.'
'Because of the relativistic effects of near-lightspeed travel.'
'Such a genius, my daughter is. And even those two years we can sleep through, so we won't even age.'
'Much.'
'It will be as if our bodies slept a week, and we wake up forty years away.'
'And everyone we know on Earth will be forty years older than we are.'
'And mostly dead,' sang Mother. 'Including my hideous hag of a mother, who disowned me when I married the man I loved, and who therefore will never get her hands on my darling daughter.' The melody to this refrain was always cheery-sounding. Alessandra had never met her grandmother. Now, though, it occurred to her that maybe a grandmother could get her out of joining a colony.
'I'm not going, Mother.'
'You are a minor child and you will go where I go, tra-la.'
'You are a madwoman and I will sue for emancipation rather than go, tra-lee.'
'You will think about it first because I am going whether you go or not and if you think your life with me is hard you should see what it's like without me.'
'Yes, I should,' said Alessandra. 'Let me meet my grandmother.'
Mother's glare was immediate, but Alessandra plowed ahead. 'Let me live with her. You go with the colony.'
'But there's no reason for me to go with the colony, my darling. I'm doing this for you. So without you, I will not go.'
'Then we're not going. Tell them.'
'We are going, and we are thrilled about it.'
Might as well get off the merry-go-round; Mother didn't mind endlessly repeating circular arguments, but Alessandra got bored with it. 'What lies did you have to tell, to get accepted?'
'I told no lies,' said Mother, pretending to be shocked at the accusation. 'I only proved my identity. They do all the research, so if they have false information it's their own fault. Do you know why they want us?'
'Do you?' asked Alessandra. 'Did they actually tell you?'
'It doesn't take a genius to figure it out, or even a fairy,' said Mother 'They want us because we are both of childbearing age.'
Alessandra groaned in disgust, but Mother was preening in front of an imaginary full-length mirror.
'I am still young,' said Mother, 'and you are just flowering into womanhood. They have men from the fleet there, young men who have never married. They will be waiting eagerly for us to arrive. So I will mate with a very eager old man of sixty and bear him babies and then he will die. I'm used to that. But you — you will be a prize for a young man to marry. You will be a treasure.'
'My uterus will, you mean,' said Alessandra. 'You're right, that's exactly what they're thinking. I bet they took practically any healthy female who applied.'
'We fairies are always healthy.'
It was true enough — Alessandra had no memory of ever being sick, except for food poisoning that time when Mother insisted they would eat supper from a street vendor's cart at the end of a very hot day.
'So they're sending a herd of women, like cows.'
'You're only a cow if you choose to be,' said Mother. 'The only question I have to decide now is whether we want to sleep through the voyage and wake up just before landing, or stay awake for the two years, receiving training and acquiring skills so we're ready to be productive in the first wave of colonists.'
Alessandra was impressed. 'You actually read the documentation?'
'This is the most important decision of our lives, my darling Alessa. I am being extraordinarily careful.'
'If only you had read the bills from the power company.'
'They were not interesting. They only spoke of our poverty. Now I see that God was preparing us for a world without air-conditioning and vids and nets. A world of nature. We were born for nature, we elvish folk. You will come to the dance and with your fairy grace you will charm the son of the king, and the king's son will dance with you until he is so in love his heart will break for you. Then it will be for you to decide if he's the one for you.'
'I doubt there'll be a king.'
