The city of glass was inspired by the dazzling ice sculptures that dot the
streets of Tokyo each winter and turn the city into a living storybook. For all
their beauty, the sculptures' impermanence had always depressed Master Ghedidi.
How many days would it be before each icy pagoda, dragon, teddy bear and Santa
would be water again? This kind of beauty had to be preserved more permanently.
And not just for a few days or weeks. It had to be real. Solid. Livable. It had
to be home. A crystal city.
Master Ghedidi selected Kaho'olawe, an
uninhabited Hawaiian island with an unusually stable climate and an abundance of
sand. Circling the island in a custom-made glass helicopter that cost more than
the gross national product of some smaller countries, Master Ghedidi personally
air-dropped the billions of silicone-eating nanobots it would take to transform
the empty beaches into the city of his dreams.
The architecture and
materials permitted only the most subtle and elegant pursuits. Everything was
made of glass: furniture, cutlery, cooking pots, the great ovens that served
Ghedidi palace and the palaces he donated to selected blood relations and close
friends. Even the carpets, drapes and tapestries were woven from hair-thin
strands of colored glass fibers.
Master Ghedidi insisted that his house
alone, and all his possessions, be made of clear, colorless glass, so that his
surroundings, as much as possible, mimicked the ice sculptures that had
originally inspired him. He wrote poetry, a handful of one-act plays and all his
correspondence on transparent mil-thin sheets of compacted glass. The letters
were packed in crates with excelsior and shipped by a special courier service,
like works of art.
The city was nearly silent. The inhabitants wore
padded boots and robes of silk and cotton. No buttons, zippers or any other hard
fasteners were permitted. Over time, the local fashions morphed into an updated
combination of ancient Persian and Japanese styles.
The servants and
maintenance staff were mostly mute and communicated via sign language through
the transparent walls. For the rest of the population, whispering became a fine
art. Dancing and lovemaking were necessarily restrained, but all the more
intense for the discipline they required. Life became a kind of endless kabuki
theater slow and ritualized, full of careful and studied movements. A
traditional tea ceremony in Japan might take three hours, but a similar
ceremony in the city could last a day and a half. Dinner could require a
Over the fifty years in which the
city flourished and evolved, Its customs became less and less
recognizable to outsiders. The islanders developed their own language and
religion, based around silence and fragility, though they seldom talked about
these ideas to outsiders.
Then, one day, the city was empty. It happened
as quickly and quietly as when, almost two thousands years earlier, the Maya had
deserted their mighty cities. The Maya, however, returned to the rainforests of
their native Central America. The inhabitants of Master Ghedidi's glass city
The investigation into what happened continues to this
day. A motley group of state, federal and even international law enforcement
fight turf wars in the fragile rooms and corridors, doing more damage than
research. The investigators have found no signs of violence or social breakdown.
The little that they have discovered was completely by accident.
taking laser measurements of some of the objects in Master Ghedidi's study, a
quick-eyed technician noticed that the walls were covered in layers of
microscopic scratches, a result of the wear from the automatic cleaning bots
that kept the glass walls spotless. The technician scanned the scratches with
her laser and discovered something extraordinary.
Each cleaning bot, like the
stylus in an old Edison cylinder recorder, had cut grooves into the surface of
the glass, capturing sounds from inside the rooms. The investigators cataloged
meals that went on for weeks, whispered poetry, hushed lovers' quarrels,
delicate string and woodwind music, political intrigues and mysterious religious
doggerel. It's like eavesdropping on ghosts. Someday, the police might hear
something that solves the mystery of the city's missing population. Until then,
they listen to years of chatter from a world they can't possibly understand,
hoping that whatever slow-building revelation led Ghedidi's devotees into the
aether doesn't seduce them as well.
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Richard Kadrey is a member of a small group of innovative writers, including William Gibson, Bruce Sterling, John Shirley, Pat Cadigan, Tom Maddox, and others, who changed the face of science fiction in the 1980s. He also creates art. He lives in San Francisco.