The rain against her window slowly woke Jude from her dream.
She surfaced reluctantly from her passionate clinch with Dirk Middleston and
threw back the covers.
Another day, another step on the road to failure. It was
hard being the talentless one in the family.
Judith Marie had been born 24 years ago. Her parents were
Tomeo Sadako and Dory Anderson-Sadako. They had been on tour with their new
compositions and a pregnant Dory had convinced herself that she had at least
another month before she’d have to put down her drumsticks but with what was to
become the first of many inconveniences, baby Jude had decided to make her
entry into the world.
It had been a marriage of unlikelihoods – the sober,
studious Japanese composer hiding behind his biwa and the wild child Scottish
drummer – but somehow they had made it work and their blend of traditional
Gigaku strings and crashing percussion saw them travel the world and
off-planet.
Little Jude became part of that world – home-schooled in as
much as anyone can be without a place to call home, moving from one city to
another, her life in a suitcase. The Sadakos loved their little girl but they
loved their music more. Jude wanted for nothing and knew no life other than
rehearsal rooms and recording studios.
They had tried – lessons in flute, piano, guitar. Singing
teachers, dance classes. Even a brief flirtation with J-pop and an album of
enka ballads. Jude just wasn’t cut out to be the prodigious product of their
union that they had hoped for.
So she found herself here, in a clean but cramped Tokyo
apartment block on a dull and wet morning, looking for some purpose in life.
Her parents paid her rent and gave her a small allowance and she was grateful
for that. They had also told her that anytime she wanted to come back on the road,
which would be fine, maybe some PR work or bookings. Jude knew how easy it
would be, so of course it was out of the question.
So, today meant job-hunting. In a city of almost nine
million people, there was always work for those who wanted it. Waitressing, bar
work, admin. But nothing that fired her up. Nothing extraordinary.
Her phone pinged.
“Hey Jude,” – that joke had got old fast. It was Coop. “Word
is that there’s some cleaning jobs going out near Sandai University.
Interested?” Jude scribbled down the details.
The Yamabiko train took her from town to Sendai, where she
changed for one to Funaoka station, where she jumped a cab out towards the
university. The address that Coop had given her was the Kakuda Propulsion
Centre – the propulsion of what she had no idea. From the outside it looked
like any other ramshackle of collegiate buildings, except for the tall tower
ahead of her.
“Jude Sadako to see Colette Chouinard.” The security guard
directed her to a lift.
The sign above reception stated “Cosmic Cleaners” and the
smiling young man there directed Jude to a seat. A few minutes later, he called
to her. “You can go in now.”
Colette Chouinard looked up from reading a file. “Ah, Ms.
Sadako. An interesting resume. You come highly recommended.”
Highly recommended? What in hell had Coop told this woman?
“I’ve had some cleaning experience, yes. Whatever you need, I’m sure I can turn
my hand to.”
The woman smiled weakly. “What exactly did Doctor Cooper
tell you? About the kind of work we do here?”
Jude stifled a giggle. DOCTOR Cooper – that was new one.
Composing herself quickly, she replied.
“He told it me it was specialised but he didn’t go into many
details. He mentioned it wasn’t the run-of-the mill assignment. That I’d maybe
be working off-world?” The slippery sod hadn’t told her much, in point of fact.
Chouinard sniffed. “Yes. The mainstay of our business is in
space, hence the name. Much of what we do involves the maintenance, upkeep and
repair of satellites, space stations, geosynchronous habitats, interstellar
craft and moon bases. We also recycle and salvage. The nature of our business
requires that our staff move around a lot. Is that acceptable to you?”
“Not a problem. Where do I sign up?”
“It’s not as easy as that, Ms. Sadako. “ It never was.
“There have to be checks. Your health and fitness, including your psychological
well-being. Your suitability for working in low-grav environments. Then there
will be training. Moving and handling, health and safety, working with specialised
chemical and materials. This isn’t sanitising telephones, you know.”
Bitch, though Jude. “Yes, I gathered that.”
“Here.” Jude was handed a slip of paper. “If you are still
interested, report back here tomorrow for assessment and orientation.”
Jude hailed a cab that took her back to the station. On the
way she called Coop.
“Dude, what the Fak?”
“And hello to you too, Miss Ray-Of Sunshine.”
“Seriously. What have you got me into? And since when were
you a Doctor?”
“It got you in. So, are you going to take it?”
“I don’t know. Sounds kind of lame.”
“Yes, but it’s a living. And a good one from what I hear.
You can thank me later.”
I’m sure I will, Jude mused.
Next morning, Jude took a bus (taxis don’t come cheap, even
on the stipend from her folks) and two trains back out to Kakuda. She’d managed
to do a bit of research about the former home of JAXA, the Japanese space
programme. This was where a lot of the groundwork on rocket technology and
re-useable systems had taken place, so it made sense for a company who, she had
also found out, serviced and repaired orbiting satellites to be based there.
Instead of heading toward the tower block, Jude made her way
to one of the single-storey blocks. Inside, she was met by another smiling
receptionist.
“I have a meeting with…” she rechecked the slip she had been
given,”… Dug Howe.”
Directed to a waiting area, Jude sat down. She had expected
there to be a few other people here for the first day of training but so far
only one other person had turned up. A rather sullen looking guy, sitting
uncomfortably, head down. He didn’t look excited at the prospect of assessment
and testing. Maybe he was here on a government work programme?
The chirpy receptionist piped up.
“Miss Sadako and Miss Hennessey, Chief Howe is ready for you
now. Please head to room 4.”
The guy – surely not “Miss” – muttered “baka yarou” as he
got up. Jude followed him through the door.
Chief Howe was waiting for them inside.
“Welcome, welcome. Just the two of you today, is it? Not a
problem.” He directed them to a desk and two chairs. “Now, we have Judith
Sadako, “, he looked towards her. “Jude, “she indicated. “Cool, and…” “Shawn.”,
her companion grunted. “Shawn Hennessey. Good, good. Today’s mainly going to be
questionnaires I’m afraid and some physical testing. If you’d like to come this
way.” They moved in behind him. Howe
chatted on.
“Nothing to concern yourselves with. Here at Cee-Cee we like
to make sure our people know what they’re getting into. A lot of folks think
it’s all going to be glamorous and exciting because we work in space. But
really, it’s just cleaning. In space. Oh, we go to the habitat stations and we
service some of the top of the line cruisers but for you newbies, I’m afraid
you’re in at the bottom. Literally.”
He handed Jude and her fellow trainee a pad and stylus each.
“Just a few details, particulars, some questions then we’ll
get you off for your physical exam.”
Jude and Hennessey sat down. Her companion busied himself
with filling in the blanks, head down and silent. Jude stared at the pad. Name,
address, all the usual stuff. Previous experience. Oh heck. She did her best,
embellishing and evading as needed. It was cleaning, not rocket science, after
all.
Howe came back over, took their completed pads from them and
indicated that they should follow him. He took them into a standard looking
medical room. Hennessey flinched.
“Nothing to worry about. Just a few measurements, more for
your suit than anything else. Height weight, bloods, a bit of medical history.
See if we need to do any preparatory work.
“What do you mean by that?” Jude asked. It sounded ominous.
“Oh, nothing drastic. As you can be on long rotations, of a
few weeks, sometimes months, we like to make sure that you are in tip-top
shape. Make sure there are no surprises, like a wisdom tooth waiting to erupt
and that your blood pressure and cardio-pulmonary gubbins are fine. Sometimes,
we suggest having your appendix out, especially if you are heading out to Mars
base or beyond.”
Howe indicated two medibeds, side by side. “Just get out of
your shoes and jackets, hop up on there and we can scan you.”
Jude and Hennessey did as directed, although she noticed
that her fellow trainee was obviously out of his comfort zone. She whispered to
him.
“I hate medicals too.” He made a “humph” nose back at her.
As they lay back on the couches and the diagnostic machines
did their work, Jude wondered what she had got herself into.
A couple of med technicians hovered round, taking blood and
other samples. One brushed against Hennessey.
“Watch it, ama, “he growled at the startled tech, who
scurried away.
Nice, thought Jude. Just her luck to get stuck with a grumpy
one.
Chief Howe swooped in again. “All done. Here, “and he handed
them each a duffel-type bag as they got up from the beds. “Your training kit
and light reading. See you back here at nine and we can get started. I have a
good feeling about you two.”
I don’t, Jude said to herself. She pulled on her boots and
coat and headed back out into the reception area. She turned to Hennessey to ask
him if he was heading back to T-City and if he wanted to share a cab, but he
was already gone.
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