Air (or Have Not Have)

I have always made good dresses for my friends and always will.

Your friend,

Mae

And finally:

Dear Sunni,

I may be a servant, but I find I am still a fashion leader.

I start to wear men's jackets and so do you. I do a Question Map, and lo, so do you. Mr Wing brings television. Your husband, so original, does the same.

You follow me and that shows I give true fashion advice. Everyone in the village thinks that, too.

It will be good to have two fashion experts. Because both fashion experts must work harder. It will be fun for me to see you work hard.

Your servant,

Mae.

Hands shaking with rage, Mae folded up the letters and sealed them with rice paste. 'I will walk you home,' she told An, and then she delivered all the letters to the thirty-three houses, including Sunni's.

Mae looked up at the stars, as bright as the souls of her people. Something inside her thrashed like a fish pulled up onto the shore. At first she thought it was anger. It was the need to do something more. Instead of going home, she marched up the hill to Kwan's house.

Kwan's courtyard was empty, but the television was running an old film with no one watching. Mae sat down to work, speaking to the machine. Kwan's dog started to bark. Finally Kwan came out, saw Mae, and started to laugh.

Kwan sat on her steps in her nightdress, and shook her head. 'Mae! You have just written letters to everyone in the village and now what are you doing?'

'I am setting up a school,' said Mae.

Kwan was still laughing. 'What, tonight?'

'Yes, tonight. I feel like the whole village will be swept away unless we do something now. Come and see.'

Images of the five pens swam up onto the screen. Kwan came up behind her.

'I made these. There are the five pens that Air sets up in your mind. I will make the TV imitate Air and I will show people how to use them, what they will be able to do. What do you think?'

Kwan was quiet. 'That will be a good thing to do.'

'I will call in everyone. I will call in people during those times when they are not busy. I will ask men to come just after breakfast, I will ask women to come after lunch.'

Kwan started to chuckle again. 'You just thought of this.'

'I have been slow,' said Mae. 'We all have to learn, Kwan. Or Air will come and it will use us, not the other way around.' What she felt was akin to panic. What she felt was akin to flying.

'Audio. Poster. Pictures,' she ordered. 'Birds. Swallows. Blue on white.' The words flew onto the screen as if they were swallows. The screen said for her under the silhouette of a bird.

'We have the school here, ah? Okay?'

Kwan nodded yes.

Mae's words became a poster.

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SWALLOW SCHOOL

BE LIKE A SWALLOW

LEARN TO FLY IN THE AIR

Mrs Chung Mae has been deep into Air. She has been learning a lot about how the TV works. She wants her friends to know it, too. She will show how Air will work by giving lessons on my television for free.

• Men come just after breakfast.

• Women come just after lunch.

• Rowdy unruly young pests come after school and not before.

Mrs Wing Kwan

(Lady Sunni-ma 'am. You do not need a letter writer and a printer to make a leaflet. Mae will do one for you.)

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Kwan was, by now, laughing aloud.

'Print,' said Mae, 'thirty-three copies.' Two copies were lined up side by side on one sheet of paper.

There was a whirring sound, and Kwan eased the paper out of her machine.

'Mae,' she said, reading. 'You are a miracle.' Mae felt triumph.

CHAPTER 9

The only man to show up at Mae's first lesson was Mr Ken.

He sat quiet and patient and brought no one else with him. He was not a leader of the village. 'There is no need to do this just for me,' he said.

'I need to practise,' said Mae.

Alone, in front of someone who accepted her, she spoke from the heart.

'We should all be grateful to Mr Wing who brought us this machine just in time. Finally we can see TV. But not just TV, not just kung fu, ah, but Info. This is what the rest of the world has had since they were born. This is what they know like we know how to breathe. Now, this is where Air starts from. Air thinks everyone knows this. If we don't know it, we get nowhere in Air. And if we get nowhere in Air, we will be as far behind the rest of the world as apes are from us.

'You won't believe what Air does. In Air, they don't just give you TV shows. In Air Krus come and give you their whole head. Their wisdom enters you; you can use it like it was your own brain. In Air, children will become wiser than adults. They will have parts of wise adults in their heads. I know this because I have shared this. I have had a great Kru in my head, telling me about Mat Unrolling.

'In New York people are already sharing their wisdom, their dreams in one pool. It becomes like another person that everyone can use. They call this Collabo. They have Collabo clubs, where everyone dances to everyone else's music. All of this, all of this will be on us next year. And half of us have never made a telephone call! That is why we must move. That is why we must learn now!'

Her hand had become a fist, and she shook it. Mr Ken sat in his chair as if it were accelerating too quickly.

Sunni came to Mae's first afternoon lesson. She wore a black gown with gold leaf, and a floating chiffon scarf, and she was pink and white, and her hair was in a glossy sweep. Her nails were painted, her shoes were white.