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Relic

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by Alan Dean Foster


  “You are most generous. I personally look forward to assisting your people in fully reclaiming this world.”

  “As do the Myssari,” put in Bac’cul hastily. Though no diplomat, he could evaluate a critical situation when he saw one. “The Combine will provide you with any and all the help that you need.”

  “As will the Vrizan.” Commander and research team leader glared at each other.

  Leaving the two alien representatives to engage in an ongoing confrontation that was chilly but polite, the three humans edged away to greet and explain the current situation to as many of the revived as they could.

  Eventually a driftec arrived to carry the original exploration team back to the Myssari outpost. Nashrudden and several of his colleagues went along. Looking back as he prepared to board the transport, Ruslan could see the resurrected humans organizing themselves into groups. As they began their work, repositories would be unearthed, automatics activated, and supplies distributed. Reconstruction would begin soon enough. Aid already promised by the Vrizan and the Myssari would help to speed recovery. Earth, humankind’s Earth, would live again. This time there would be no mistakes.

  He entered the driftec and took a seat across from Cherpa, who was engaged in animated conversation with Nashrudden. The two were about the same age, Ruslan reflected. She had never seen a man her own age. Something sharp and painful lanced through him, faded like a burn, and was gone. This was right, he told himself as he watched them. Heavy as it lay within him, he could not find it in himself to object to rightness.

  The woman who sat down beside him was one of the first ten following Nashrudden to be revived. She appeared older than the scientist but not by much. Her eyes, Ruslan noted, were very violet.

  “You’re Ruslan, aren’t you?” She gestured across the way. “Nashrudden told me about you. You’re a natural immune from, I think he said, Seraboth. I’m Elehna. Elehna Anchez, one of the last to be extracted and have her body put in stasis. Like Nashrudden.” When he said nothing, she smiled. “You know what used to be said: the last shall be first?”

  He finally remembered to nod, trying not to stare. “Yes, I’m Ruslan. Ruslan…I don’t remember the rest.”

  “Well, Ruslan-I-don’t-remember-the-rest, Nashrudden says that you have lived and survived among these trisymmetrical aliens ever since they plucked you off your homeworld, and I really would like to hear everything you can tell me about your experiences. In detail.”

  He found himself, automatically, smiling back. It was a smile that just kept getting wider and wider.

  “And me? I’ve waited most of my life for the chance to tell you.”

  “There will be others,” she told him. “They’ll want to know what you know, too.”

  “I’m happy to start with you.” He truly was. “How many others have to be revived? How much work remains to be done to bring them all back into the light? How many thousands will walk the surface of the homeworld again?”

  “Thousands?” She looked at him strangely. “The Project head didn’t tell you?”

  He shook his head. “I just assumed thousands.”

  Her expression shifted from warm to serious. “Ruslan, there are three billion of us.”

  FOR BETSY MITCHELL,

  with whom I went through a darned

  lot of words together. With thanks,

  friendship, and appreciation.

  By Alan Dean Foster

  Relic

  PIP & FLINX ADVENTURES

  For Love of Mother-Not

  The Tar-Aiym Krang

  Orphan Star

  The End of the Matter

  Flinx in Flux

  Mid-Flinx

  Reunion

  Flinx’s Folly

  Sliding Scales

  Running from the Deity

  Bloodhype

  Trouble Magnet

  Patrimony

  Flinx Transcendent

  Strange Music

  FOUNDING OF THE COMMONWEALTH

  Phylogenesis

  Dirge

  Diuturnity’s Dawn

  ICERIGGER TRILOGY

  Icerigger

  Mission to Moulokin

  The Deluge Drivers

  STANDALONE COMMONWEALTH NOVELS

  Nor Crystal Tears

  Voyage to the City of the Dead

  Midworld

  Drowning World

  Quofum

  The Howling Stones

  Sentenced to Prism

  Cachalot

  THE DAMNED TRILOGY

  A Call to Arms

  The False Mirror

  The Spoils of War

  THE TAKEN TRILOGY

  Lost and Found

  The Light-Years Beneath My Feet

  The Candle of Distant Earth

  THE TIPPING POINT TRILOGY

  The Human Blend

  Body, Inc.

  The Sum of Her Parts

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  ALAN DEAN FOSTER has written in a variety of genres, including hard science fiction, fantasy, horror, detective, western, historical, and contemporary fiction. He is the author of several New York Times bestsellers and the popular Pip & Flinx novels, as well as novelizations of several films, including Transformers, Star Wars, the first three Alien films, and the most recent one, Alien: Covenant. Foster and his wife, JoAnn Oxley, live in Prescott, Arizona, in a house built of brick that was salvaged from an early-twentieth-century miners’ brothel. He is currently at work on several new novels and media projects.

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