"A Gray Magic" by Ray Nayler
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Hi friends, I'm Will, and it's story time. Real quick before we get started, I wanted to remind you that if you would like to hear me read you stories with absolutely no ads at all, check us out at patreon.com slash story time for an ad-free experience. In a bleak dystopian future that feels too close for comfort, Zhenya is dying from a terminal illness in a dehumanizing society that offers little, if any, comfort to its citizens. But when a package arrives from the government health provider, it may just contain something that will give her not just comfort, but something more. Something which can only originate with a gray magic.
A Gray Magic by Ray Naylor Originally published in Asimov's Science Fiction Magazine, the September-October issue of 2024. Well, at least we'll finally be able to get some hours. Ruthless. I'm serious. Maybe they'll finally be forced to make one of us full-time. It'll never happen. They'll just hire another part-timer. The two workers were in the break room. In the pause that followed, their ripstop paper jumpsuits rustled. There were no windows. Everyone always watched the enormous countdown clock as they ate, each number segment as long as a human arm. The glass reflected their faces back to them. The vertical number segment stabbed down through the reflected room and the people in it. Don't pretend you liked her, though, the first worker said.
I mean, don't be one of those people who pretends they were someone's best friend when they hear. I'm not pretending that. All I said was it's sad. She was nice. And everyone liked her. Nobody disliked her. Nobody really knew her. She never came out with us. Are you going to the funeral? No, I have to work that day. Me too. In fact, I'm picking up her shift. which seems really unlucky. I didn't know when they put it on my schedule. I thought she was just sick. There might have been more to say, but now there were 30 seconds left on the countdown clock. Both of them were thinking the same things, the kinds of things everyone thinks hearing someone they know has died. Here I am, still alive. It happened to them and not to me.
For a moment, everything looked a bit brighter. Everything seemed more fragile and more real. Fifteen seconds. They shoveled instant noodles into their mouths and tilted their heads back, draining the broth. They tossed their trash into the bin and went back out onto the work floor. A message popped up in Zhenya's inbox a moment before she walked in her door. She sat down at her small breakfast nook table and rubbed the inside of her elbow. There would be a bruise, she was sure. She opened the message. Hey, I noticed your sneakers are getting pretty worn out. I can even see one of your socks through a hole in the side. Yeesh, looking to replace those worn out shoes? Because if you are, you should know we are running a two for one today only.
The ad feeder cameras on the square, of course. She couldn't get past them without one of them IDing her and finding something she needed to buy. Underneath the ad message were two soft keys. The top, colorful one, said, Accept Offer. Decline Offer was a smaller, gray key underneath. When she touched that one, a drop-down menu of reasons for declining appeared. After reading through them, she selected other. A text box appeared. Please let us know why this offer isn't for you, required. Zhenya rubbed the inside of her elbow again, then typed in, because I will be dead in less than a month.
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Chapters
4 chapters
1
What opening context and sponsor message set the stage for this episode?
0:00–9:29
2
How is Zhenya's workplace and countdown clock used to show the society's atmosphere?
9:29–13:34
3
What does Zhenya's private reaction to the coworker’s death reveal about her relationships?
13:34–18:37
4
How do intrusive ads and the 'Accept/Decline' UI highlight control over citizens?
18:37–32:39