Luke’s dad is at his wits’ end, trying to reset a dying Tamagotchi. Sticking a sharpened pencil into the hole in Meemoo’s plastic back won’t do it; neither will a pin. Luke, meanwhile — an intense kid who’s struggling with all manner of developmental problems — is ostracised at school because Meemoo’s infected his classmates’ own Tamagotchis with something that looks very much like AIDS:
“It had now lost three of its limbs, having just one arm left, which was stretched out under his head. One of its eyes had closed up to a small unseeing dot. Its pixellated circumference was broken in places, wide open pores through which invisible things must surely be escaping and entering.”
Over the course of a few pages, ‘Tamagotchi’ transforms from goofy family anecdote, through Uncanny Valley holiday brochure, into something possessing the intensity of Peter Nichols’s play A Day in the Death of Joe Egg. It’s a depiction of care all the more poignant for it’s being focused virtually nothing: a toy that’s no more than thirty pixels dancing on an LCD screen. You keep expecting Marek to tip us into something that’s easier to handle — a robot story, a father-and-son story, a medical allegory — but he absolutely refuses to let us off the hook.
First published in The New Uncanny, edited by Sarah Eyre & Ra Page, Comma, Manchester, 2008, and collected in The Stone Thrower, ECW Press, Toronto, 2013; available to read online at The Short Story Project