00:00Draved above the entrance to the hulking clubhouse, that somehow reminded me of Arthur's face, was
00:05Protection is our function. I was supposed to be happy that I had a function, a use to which society
00:11could put me. It could have been worse. Function was the term that it caught on, but other names
00:16I'd heard directed at people like me included freak, monster, devil, stuff like that. My personal
00:23favourite was Thames baby. It made it sound like my parents had dumped me in the river as a newborn.
00:28If there was any evidence that near drowning increased your chance of getting a function,
00:31they would have. They were good at many things, but consideration for my well-being was not one
00:36of them. I took a moment to gather my thoughts and hair. Putting it in a bun always threw Arthur.
00:41He was scared of necks. The lump in question was in his office, growing out of his feet like a
00:47nasty spot of mould. The utilitarian room was gloomy, mostly because there was only one window,
00:52and Arthur blocked it when he stood up. He made a show of pulling my chair out for me,
00:57turning the simple task of sitting down into a three-act farce. I gifted him one of the dazzling
01:02smiles I handed out with free samples. Now, Miss Blakely, I won't beat about the bush, so to speak.
01:09I waited patiently. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. He swallowed.
01:15Did I bring tea? Would you like tea? No, thank you, I replied sweetly. He was staring at my
01:21neck like it might transform into a snake and strangle him. There was only so much entertainment
01:26one could draw from a man floundering out of his death. I let my eyes drip to the portrait behind
01:31his desk. Only people with heads larger than their hats had portraits of themselves on display in
01:36their own rooms. It showed Arthur gesturing to the crystal palace with his cane, that great
01:41waste of wealth constructed as part of the great exhibition of the works of functionables of all
01:45nations. That had been ten years ago. Why then did Arthur look twenty years younger in the painting?
01:51The last decade must have been rough on him. Right, he stammered. To business. This business
01:58would be, uh, how shall we put it? Prison? Yes, that. It is rather bad business, you understand?
02:07I was falsely accused. It was a matter of wrong time, wrong place. The police were very apologetic.
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