No Human wanted to sleep with them. Even now Neci Roybal and her husband Stancio were whispering about the possibility of removing the tentacles while the girls were young.
Alarmed, Akin listened carefully.
Theyll learn to do without the ugly little things if we take them off while theyre so young, Neci was saying.
We have no proper anesthetics, the man protested. It would be cruel. He was his wifes opposite, quiet, steady, kind. People tolerated Neci for his sake. Akin avoided him in order to avoid Neci. But Neci had a way of saying a thing and saying a thing over and over until other people began to say itand believe it.
They wont feel much now, she said. Theyre so young
And those little worm things are so small. Now is the best time to do it.
Stancio said nothing.
Theyll learn to use their Human senses, Neci whispered. Theyll see the world as we do and be more like us.
Do you want to cut them? Stancio asked. Little girls. Almost babies.
Dont talk foolishness. It can be done. Theyll heal. Theyll forget they ever had tentacles.
Maybe theyd grow back.
Cut them off again!
There was a long silence.
How many times, Neci, the man said finally. How many times would you torture children? Would you torture them if they had come from your body? Will you torture them now because they did not?
Nothing more was said. Akin thought Neci cried a little. She made small, wordless sounds. Stancio made only regular breathing sounds. After a time, Akin realized he had fallen asleep.
15
They spent days walking through forest, climbing forested hills. But it was cooler now, and Akin and the girls had to fight off attempts to clothe them more warmly. There was still plenty to eat, and their bodies adjusted quickly and easily to the temperature change. Akin went on wearing the short pants Pilar Leal had made for him. There had been no time for clothing to be made for the girls, so they wore lengths of cloth wrapped around their waists and tied at the top. This was the only clothing they did not deliberately shed and lose.
Akin had begun sleeping with them on the second night of the journey. They needed to learn more English and learn it quickly. Neci was doing as Akin had expectedsaying over and over to different people in quiet, intense conversation that the girls tentacles should be removed now, while they were young, so that they would look more Human, so that they would learn to depend on their Human senses and perceive the world in a Human way. People laughed at her behind her back, but now and then, Akin heard them talking about the tentacleshow ugly they were, how much better the girls would look without them
Will they cut us? Amma asked him when he told them. All her tentacles had flattened invisibly to her flesh.
They might try, Akin said. We have to stop them from trying.
How?
Shkaht touched him with one of her small, sensitive hands. Which Humans do you trust? she asked. She was the younger of the two, but she had managed to learn more.
The woman I live with. Tate. Not her husband. Just her. Im going to tell her the truth.
Can she really do anything?
She can. She might not. She does
strange things sometimes. She
The worst thing she might do now is nothing.
Whats wrong with her?
Whats wrong with them all? Havent you noticed?
yes. But I dont understand.
I dont either, really. But its the way they have to live. They want kids, so they buy us. But we still arent their kids. They want to have kids. Sometimes they hate us because they cant. And sometimes they hate us because were part of the Oankali and the Oankali are the ones who wont let them have kids.
They could have dozens of kids if they stop living by themselves and join us.
They want kids the way they used to have them before the war. Without the Oankali.
Why?
Its their way. He lay in a jumble with them so that sensory spot found sensory spot, so that the girls were able to use their sensory tentacles and he was able to use his tongue. They were almost unaware that the conversation had ceased to be vocal. Akin had already learned that Humans considered them to be asleep half-atop one another when they lay this way.
There wont be any more of them, he said, trying to project the sensations of aloneness and fear he believed the Humans felt. Their kind is all theyve ever known or been, and now there wont be any more. They try to make us like them, but we wont ever be really like them, and they know it.
The girls shuddered, broke contact briefly, minutely. When they touched him again they seemed to communicate as one person.
We are them! And we are the Oankali. You know. If they could perceive, they would know!
If they could perceive, they would be us. They cant and they arent. Were the best of what they are and the best of what the Oankali are. But because of us, they wont exist anymore.
Oankali Dinso and Toaht wont exist anymore.
No. But Akjai will go away unchanged. If the Human-Oankali construct doesnt work here or with the Toaht, Akjai will continue.
Only if they find some other people to blend with. This came distinctly from Amma.
Humans had come to their own end, Shkaht said. They were flawed and overspecialized. If they hadnt had their war, they would have found another way to kill themselves.
Perhaps, Akin admitted. I was taught that, too. And I can see the conflict in their genesthe new intelligence put at the service of ancient hierarchical tendencies. But
they didnt have to destroy themselves. They certainly dont have to do it again.
How could they not? Amma demanded. All that she had learned, all that the bodies of her own Human parents had shown her told her he was talking nonsense. She had not been among resister Humans long enough to begin to see them as a truly separate people. Yet she must understand. She would be female. Someday, she would tell her children what Humans were. And she did not know. He was only beginning to learn himself.
He said with intensity, with utter certainty, There should be a Human Akjai! There should be Humans who dont change or dieHumans to go on if the Dinso and Toaht unions fail.
Amma was moving uncomfortably against him, first touching, then breaking contact as though it hurt her to know what he was saying, but her curiosity would not let her stay away. Shkaht was still, fastened to him by slender head tentacles, trying to absorb what he was saying.
Youre here for this, she said aloud softly. Her voice startled him, though he did not move. She had spoken in Oankali, and her communication, like his, had the feel of intensity and truth.
Amma linked more deeply into both of them, giving them her frustration. She did not understand.
He is being left here, Shkaht explained silently. She deliberately soothed her sibling with her own calm certainly. They want him to know the Humans, she said. They would not have sent him to them, but since hes here and not being hurt, they want him to learn so that later he can teach.
What about us?
I dont know. They couldnt come for us without taking him. And they probably didnt know where we would be soldor even whether we would be sold. I think well be left here until they decide to come for himunless were in danger.
Were in danger now, Amma whispered aloud.
No. Akin will talk to Tate. If Tate cant help us, well disappear some night soon.
Run away?
Yes.
The Humans would catch us!
No. Wed travel at night, hide during the day, take to the nearest river when its safe.
Can you breathe underwater? Akin asked Amma.
Not yet, she an
swered, but Im a good swimmer. I always went in whenever Shkaht did. If I get into trouble, Shkaht helpslinks with me and breathes for me.
As Akins sibling would have been able to help him. He withdrew from them, reminded by their unity of his own solitude. He could talk to them, communicate with them nonvocally, but he could never have the special closeness with them that they had with each other. Soon he would be too old for itif he wasnt already. And what was happening to his sibling?
I dont believe theyre leaving me with the Humans deliberately, he said. My parents wouldnt do that. My Human mother would come alone if no one would come with her.
Both girls were back in contact with him at once. No! Shkaht was saying. When resisters find women alone, they keep them. We saw it happen at a village where our captors tried to trade us.
What did you see?
Some men came to the village. They lived there, but they had been traveling. They had a woman with them, her arms tied with rope and a rope tied around her neck. They said they had found her and she was theirs. She screamed at them, but no one knew her language. They kept her.
No one could do that to my mother, Akin said. She wouldnt let them. She travels alone whenever she wants to.
But how would she find you alone? Maybe every resister village she went to would try to tie her up and keep her. Maybe if they couldnt they would hurt her or kill her with guns.
Maybe they would. They seemed to do such things so easily. Maybe they already had.
Some communication he did not catch passed between Amma and Shkaht. You have three Oankali parents, Shkaht whispered aloud. They know more about resisters than we do. They wouldnt let her go alone, would they? If they couldnt stop her, they would go with her, wouldnt they?
yes, Akin answered, feeling no certainty at all. Amma and Shkaht did not know Lilith, did not know how she became so frightening sometimes that everyone stayed away from her. Then she vanished for a while. Who knew what might happen to her while she roamed the forests alone?
The girls had placed him between them. He did not realize until it was too late that they were calming him with their own deliberate calm, soothing him, putting themselves and him to sleep.
Akin awoke the next day still miserable, still frightened for his mother and lonely for his sibling. Yet he went to Tate and asked her to carry him for a while so that he could talk to her.
She picked him up at once and took him to the small, fast-running stream where the camp had gotten its water.
Wash, she said, and talk to me here. I dont want people watching the two of us whispering together.
He washed and told her about Necis efforts to have Ammas and Shkahts tentacles removed. They would grow back, he said. And until they did, Shkaht wouldnt be able to see at all or breathe properly. She would be very sick. She might die. Amma probably wouldnt die, but she would be crippled. She wouldnt be able to use any of her senses to their full advantage. She wouldnt be able to recognize smells and tastes that should be familiar to heras though she could touch them, but not grasp themuntil her tentacles grew back. They would always grow back. And it would hurt her to have them cut offmaybe the way it would hurt you to have your eyes cut out.
Tate sat on a fallen log, ignoring its fungi and its insects. Neci has a way of convincing people, she said.
I know, he said. Thats why I came to you.
Gabe said something to me about a little surgery on the girls. Are you sure it was Necis idea?
I heard her talking about it on the first night after we left Phoenix.
God. Tate sighed. And she wont quit. She never quits. If the girls were older, Id like to give her a knife and tell her to go try it. She stared at Akin. And since neither of those two is an ooloi, I assume that would be fatal to her. Wouldnt it, Akin?
yes.
What if the girls were unconscious?
It wouldnt matter. Even if they
Even if they were dead and hadnt been dead very long, their tentacles would still sting anyone who tried to cut them or pull them.
Why didnt you tell me that instead of telling me how badly the girls would be hurt?
I didnt want to scare you. We dont want to scare anyone.
No? Well, sometimes its a good thing to scare people. Sometimes fear is all that will keep them from doing stupid things.
Youre going to tell them?
In a way. Im going to tell them a story. Gabe and I once saw what happened to a man who injured an Oankalis body tentacles. That was back on the ship. There are other people in Phoenix who remember, but none of them are with us here. Your mother was with us then, Akin, though I dont intend to mention her.
Akin looked away from her, stared across the stream bed, and wondered if his mother were still alive.
Hey, Tate said. Whats the matter?
You should have taken me home, he said bitterly. You say you know my mother. You should have taken me back to her.
Silence.
Shkaht says men in resister villages tie up women when they catch them, and they keep them. My mother probably knows that, but she would look for me anyway. She wouldnt let them keep her, but they might shoot her or cut her.
More silence.
You should have taken me home. He was crying openly now.
I know, she whispered. And Im sorry. But I cant take you home. You mean too much to my people. She had crossed her arms in front of her, the fingers of each hand curved around an elbow. She had made a bar against him like the wooden bars she used to secure her doors. He went to her and put his hands on her arms.
They wont let you keep me much longer, he said. And even if they did
Even if I grew up in Phoenix and Amma and Shkaht grew up there, you would still need an ooloi. And there are no construct ooloi.
You dont know what well need!
This surprised him. How could she think he did not know? She might wish he did not know, but of course he did. Ive known since I touched my sibling, he said. I couldnt have said it then, but I knew we were two-thirds of a reproductive unit. I know what that means. I dont know how it feels. I dont know how threes of adults feel when they come together to mate. But I know there must be three, and one of those three must be an ooloi. My body knows that.
She believed him. Her face said she believed him.
Lets get back, she said.
Will you help me get home?
No.
But why?
Silence.
Why! He pulled futilely at her locked arms.
Because
She waited until he remembered to turn his face up to meet her gaze. Because these are my people. Lilith has made her choice, and Ive made mine. Thats something youll probably never understand. You and the girls are hope to these people, and hope is something they havent had for more years than I want to think about.
But its not real. We cant do what they want.
Do yourself a favor. Dont tell them.
Now he did not have to remind himself to stare at her.
Your people will come for you, Akin. I know that, and so do you. I like you, but Im not good at self-delusion. Let my people hope while they can. Keep quiet. She drew a deep breath. Youll do that, wont you?
Youve taken my sibling from me, he said. Youve kept me from having what Amma and Shkaht have, and thats something you dont understand or even care about. My mother might die because you keep me here. You know her, but you dont care. And if you dont care about my people, why should I care about yours?
She looked downward, then gazed into the running water. Her expression reminded him of Tinos mothers expression when she asked if her son were dead. No
reason, she said finally. If I were you, Id hate our guts. She unbarred her arms and picked him up, put him on her lap. Were all youve got, though, kid. It shouldnt be that way, but it is.
She stood up with him, holding him tighter than necessary, and turned to see Gabe coming toward them.
Whats going on? he asked. Akin thought later that he looked a little frightened. He looked uncertain, then relieved, yet slightly frightenedas though something bad still might happen.
He had some things to tell me, Tate said. And we have work to do.
What work? He took Akin from her as they walked back toward camp, and there was somehow more to the gesture than simply relieving her of a burden. Akin had seen this odd tension in Gabe before, but he did not understand it.
We have to see to it that our little girls arent forced to kill anyone, Tate said.
16
The salvage site that was their destination was a buried town. Smashed and covered by the Oankali, Gabe told Akin. They didnt want us living here and remembering what we used to be.
Akin looked at the vast pit the salvage crew had dug over the years, excavating the town. It had not been wantonly smashed as Gabe believed. It had been harvested. One of the shuttles had partially consumed it. The small ship-entities fed whenever they could. There was no faster way to destroy a town than to land a shuttle on it and let the shuttle eat its fill. Shuttles could digest almost anything, including the soil itself. What the people of Phoenix were digging through were leavings. Apparently these were enough to satisfy their needs.
We dont even know what this place used to be called, Gabe said bitterly.
Piles of metal, stone, and other materials lay scattered about. Salvagers were tying some things together with jute rope so that they could be carried. They all stopped their work, though, when they saw the party of newcomers. They gathered around first, shouting and greeting people by name, then falling silent as they noticed the three children.
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