Project Itoh - Harmony

HARMONY

PROJECT ITOH

Harmony
2008 Project Itoh
Originally published in Japan by Hayakawa Publishing Inc.

English translation 2010 VIZ Media, LLC
Cover and interior design by Sam Elzway

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ISBN: 978-1-4215-3954-6
Haikasoru eBook edition, August 2010

CONTENTS

I have a story to tell.

No, thats not quite right. Better to describe it in prohibitions:

Childrens bodies are restless, eager. They wont sit still, not even for a moment. An adults body is always moving too moving steadily toward deathbut at a far more deliberate pace.WatchMe doesnt belong in a restless body. WatchMe doesnt belong in the body that skips and runs. WatchMe monitors constancy, but a child grows every day. Theyre changing all the time. Whats constant about that?

So,

For a high school girl like me, growing up was the last thing I wanted to do.

Lets show em, the both of us, Miach said one day. Miach Mihie was her full name. I sat behind her in class. While everyone was getting ready to go home, she turned around in her chair and leaned over my desk.

Well make a declaration, together: well never grow up.

These things are ours . Thats what well tell them. Well whisper it at the top of our lungs!

Yeah, me and Miach were the weird kids.

In a world of kind, thoughtful, group-consciousness types, we might not have been entirely on our own, but we sure felt like it.

Part of a whole world practically tripping over itself not to offend others, to be thoughtful of otherseven of me.

Hey, Tuan, you know what? Miachs eyes sparkled. Miach knew everything. Of all the delinquents in our class, she had the best grades. Miach never spoke to anyone besides me and CianCian Reikado, our other friendunless it was absolutely necessary.

I still dont know what Miach saw in us. I didnt get very good grades, and while I wasnt ugly I wasnt particularly attractive either. The same went for Cian. Sometimes I wondered why she hung out with us at all, but I never asked. Not once.

A long time ago, there were men who would actually pay to have sex with a couple of innocent bodies like ours. So all these girls who werent even poor would sell themselves as fuck toys, and they wouldnt even feel guilty about it at all. And neither would the morally depraved men who bought them. Theyd meet up in hotels and pay them cash .

What? I said, giggling. You want to sell your body? The way Miach was talking, she sounded like she would be off for the nearest red-light district right then if she couldthat is, had they still existed anymore. There, a little girl could be as depraved as she wanted to be. She could throw away her whole life, destroy her body with loveless sex, diseases, alcohol, recreational drugs, and cigarettes.

Plague, booze, and smokesloot too good to pass up.

You couldnt find any of these things in Japan, a nation obsessed with health, or anywhere else under admedistration rule, for that matter. All these vices, things which had gone more or less ignored in the past, had been carved into a list of sins by the all-powerful hand of medicine, and one by one, they had been purged from society.

If there were still men of that caliber of depravity around today, maybe growing up wouldnt be as bad as it sounds. But there arent.

She had a point. Had the streets been filled with people secure in their own perversion, then maybe, just maybe, we wouldnt hate school and pretty much everything else so much. But the world kept getting healthier and more wholesome, more peaceful, more beautiful, and just depressingly good . Have a little selfrespect, you might tell it, but I doubt the world would care.

Miachs favorite line.

Miach knew everything. For example:

Medcare units are these magic boxes, she told me once. All you need is a half tank of medicules and you can do just about anything. Want to fill a bathroom with poison gas? Beyond easy.

Telling us in gory detail about the many dangers of medcare units was one of Miachs favorite things to do. Even a residential medcare unit was highly adaptable. All it had to do was download a recipe and it could throw together a compound to generate just the right kind of medicules you needed to take care of any illness. It was like a magic hand that reached in and crushed disease. To Miach the ramifications of this were obvious: flip a switch, and the medcare unit would go from good to evil, from panacea to plague. The only thing keeping people from doing it was the medcare unit telling them they couldnt. All that stands between us and Armageddon is a little bit of coding, shed say. Turn one little routine on its head, and you could overturn the world. It all came down from the top. The admedistration checked your WatchMe data in order to download the right information to the medcare unit in your home, which would then produce the necessary substances to fight whatever was ailing you.

Think of the billions of people in the world under constant WatchMe surveillance, consuming whatever their medcare unit pumps out. Take control of the system, and you could slam every last one of them with some nasty, incurable disease. Or worse.

Its just a matter of wanting to do it, Miach would say.

When she wasnt talking to us, Miach would sit on a bench in a park where the local children played and quietly read books. Reading text on dead-tree media was her only hobby, as far as we could tell. I asked her once why she bothered with books when she could just call up the same thing in augmented reality on the net.

When you want some real solitude, dead-tree medias the only way to go. Then its just the two of us. Me and the medium, was Miachs answer. She went on in that cool, silky smooth, soporific voice of hers. It works with movies and paintings too. But a book will give you the most persistence by far.

What do you mean, persistence?

The persistence of solitude.

So Miach would download the text she wanted from the Borgesnet and go to a printer who would make her an actual physical copy. Places that printed books for hobbyists werent easy to come by, but you could still find them if you looked. The majority of Miachs spending money went to book-making, and she probably had her hobby to thank for her formidable store of knowledge.

She spent her days swimming through a sea of letters, searching for something to give her that edge she wanted.

I have to think Im pretty sharp by now, she was fond of saying.

I didnt need to ask what she meant.

She was honing herself to be the perfect public enemy. A vicious attack dog, dreaming of the day she could take on the whole so-stifling-sweet-it-felt-like-it-was-choking-you-with-a-silken-thread world.

So what Im saying is, if a few people had the inclination, they could kill everyone in Japan she snapped her fingers like that. Its just a matter of wanting to.

But you cant just kill people, Cian would say, but her words seemed flimsy in the face of Miachs conviction. Or maybe that was just my resentment talkingresentment that I had never even thought about whether you shouldnt do such a thing, or why.

Maybe:

Could be. But take away the family, and the only people I could call my friends were Miach, who had suggested we make poison gas with a residential medcare unit, and Cian, who never suggested much of anything.