“ColonelWeber,I presume?” I shook hands with the soldier.“Louise Banks.” “Dr. He was browsing through the overlapping sheets stapled to a bulletin board nearby.
He seemed to be assessing his surroundings with a critical eye.The other one was easily identifiable as an academic: full beard and mustache, wearing corduroy. They made an odd couple one wore a military uniform and a crew cut, and carried an aluminum briefcase. I spotted them waiting in the hallway, outside my office. And then I got a phone call, a request for a meeting. The government said next to nothing about them, while the tabloids said every possible thing. I also think a lot about how it began, just a few years ago, when ships appeared in orbit and artifacts appeared in meadows. I know how this story ends I think about it a lot. By then Nelson and I will have moved into our farmhouse, and your dad will be living with what's-her-name. I'll sell the second shortly after your departure. Your dad and I will sell the first a couple years after your arrival. I'll live to see strangers occupy both houses: the one you're conceived in and the one you grow up in. That will be in the house on Belmont Street. Now kindly get on with it.” “If you weren't my mother, this would be illegal,” you'll say, seething as you unwind the power cord and plug it into the wall outlet. “Thirteen years ago I knew the carpets would need vacuuming around now, and having a baby seemed to be the cheapest and easiest way to get the job done. “The only reason you had me was so you could get a maid you wouldn't have to pay,” you'll say bitterly, dragging the vacuum cleaner out of the closet. I remember the scenario of your origin you'll suggest when you're twelve. Telling it to you any earlier wouldn't do any good for most of your life you won't sit still to hear such a romantic- you'd say sappy-story. I'd love to tell you the story of this evening, the night you're conceived, but the right time to do that would be when you're ready to have children of your own, and we'll never get that chance. And then your dad says, “Do you want to make a baby?” Right now your dad and I have been married for about two years, living on Ellis Avenue when we move out you'll still be too young to remember the house, but we'll show you pictures of it, tell you stories about it.
We came out onto the patio to look at the full moon then I told your dad I wanted to dance, so he humors me and now we're slow-dancing, a pair of thirtysomethings swaying back and forth in the moon-light like kids.
Your dad and I have just come back from an evening out, dinner and a show it's after midnight.
This is the most important moment in our lives, and I want to pay attention, note every detail. Story of Your Life TED CHIANG Your father is about to ask me the question.