He nodded slowly, his skin itching where there were sensory spots but no tentacles to coil tight and express the tension he felt.
If there is anything you can do, now is the time to find out what it is and how to do it. Learn all you can.
I will. He compared her long, brown hand to his own and wondered how there could be so little visible difference. Perhaps the first sign of his metamorphosis would be new fingers growing or old ones losing their flat Human nails. I hadnt really thought of the trip being useful.
Make it useful!
Yes. He hesitated. Do you really believe I can help?
Do you?
I have ideas.
Save them. Youve been right to keep quiet about them so far.
It was good to hear her confirming what he had believed. Will you come to the ship with me?
Of course.
Now.
She looked out at the party, at the village. People had clustered at the guest house where someone was telling a story, and another group had gotten out flutes, drums, guitars, and a small harp. Their music would soon either drive the storytellers into one of the houses or, more likely, bring them into the singing and dancing.
Oankali did not like music. They began to withdraw into the housesto save their hearing, they said. Most constructs enjoyed music as much as Humans did. Several Oankali-born construct males had become wandering musicians, more than welcome at any trade village.
Im not in a mood for singing or dancing or stories, he said. Walk with me. Ill sleep at the ship tonight. Ive said my goodbyes.
She stood up, towering over him in a way that made him feel oddly secure. No one spoke to them or joined them as they left the village.
4
Chkahichdahk. Dichaan went up with Akin and Tiikuchahk. The shuttle could simply have been sent home. It had eaten its fill and been introduced to several people who had reached adulthood recently. It was content and needed no guiding. But Dichaan went with them anyway. Akin was glad of this. He needed his same-sex parent more than he would have admitted.
Tiikuchahk seemed to need Dichaan, too. It stayed close to him in the soft light of the shuttle. The shuttle had made them a plain gray sphere within itself and left them to decide whether they wanted to raise platforms or bulkheads. The air would be kept fresh, the shuttle efficiently supplying them with the oxygen it produced and taking away the carbon dioxide they exhaled for its own use. It could also use any waste they produced, and it could feed them anything they could describe, just as Lo could. Even a child with only one functional sensory tentacle could describe foods he had eaten and ask for duplicate foods. The shuttle would synthesize them as Lo would have.
But only Dichaan could truly link with the shuttle and, through its senses, share its experience of flying through space. He could not share what he experienced until he had detached himself from the shuttle. Then he held Akin immobile as though holding an infant and showed him open space.
Akin seemed to drift, utterly naked, spinning on his own axis, leaving the wet, rocky, sweet-tasting little planet that he had always enjoyed and going back to the life source that was wife, mother, sister, haven. He had news for her of one of their childrenof Lo.
But he was in empty spacesurrounded by blackness, feeding from the impossibly bright light of the sun, falling away from the great blue curve of the Earth, aware over all the body of the great number of distant stars. They were gentle touches, and the sun was a great, confining hand, gentle but inescapable. No shuttle could travel this close to a star, then escape its gravitational embrace. Only Chkahichdahk could do that, powered by its own internal sunits digestion utterly efficient, wasting nothing.
Everything was sharp, starkly clear, intense beyond enduring. Everything pounded the senses. Impressions came as blows. He was attacked, beaten, tormented
And it ended.
Akin could not have ended it. He lay now, weak with shock, no longer annoyed at Dichaans holding him, needing the support.
That was only a second, Dichaan was saying. Less than a second. And I cushioned it for you.
Gradually, Akin became able to move and think again. Why is it like that? he demanded.
Why does the shuttle feel what it feels? Why do we experience its feelings so intensely? Eka, why do you feel what you feel? How would a coati or an agouti receive your feelings?
But
It feels as it feels. Its feelings would hurt you, perhaps injure or kill you if you took them directly. Your reactions would confuse it and throw it off course.
And when Im an adult, Ill be able to perceive through it as you do?
Oh, yes. We never trade away our abilities to work with the ships. Theyre more than partners to us.
But
what do we do for them, really? They allow us to travel through space, but they could travel without us.
We build them. They are us, too, you know. He stroked a smooth, gray wall, then linked into it with several head tentacles. He was asking for food, Akin realized. Delivery would take a while, since the shuttle stored nothing. Foods were stored when Humans were brought along because some shuttles were not as practiced as they might be in assembling foods that tasted satisfying to Humans. They had never poisoned anyone or left anyone malnourished. But sometimes Humans found the food they produced so odd-tasting that the Humans chose to fast.
They began as we began, Dichaan continued. He touched Akin with a few long-stretched head tentacles, and Akin moved closer again to receive an impression of Oankali in one of their earliest forms, limited to their home world and the life that had originated there. From their own genes and those of many other animals, they fashioned the ancestors of the ships. Their intelligence, when it was needed, was still Oankali. There were no ooloi ships, so their seed was always mixed in Oankali ooloi.
And there are no construct ooloi, Akin said softly.
There will be.
When?
Eka
when we feel more secure about you.
Silenced, Akin stared at him. Me alone?
You and the others like you. By now, every trade village has one. If you had done your wandering to trade villages, youd know that.
Tiikuchahk spoke for the first time. Why should it be so hard to get construct males from Human females? And why are Human-born males so important?
They must be given more Human characteristics than Oankali-born construct males, Dichaan answered. Otherwise, they could not survive inside their Human mothers. And since they must be so Human and still male, and eventually fertile, they must come dangerously close to fully Human males in some ways. They bear more of the Human Contradiction than any other people.
The Human Contradiction again. The Contradiction, it was more often called among Oankali. Intelligence and hierarchical behavior. It was fascinating, seductive, and lethal. It had brought Humans to their final war.
I dont feel any of that in me, Akin said.
Youre not mature yet, Dichaan said. Nikanj believes you are exactly what it intended you to be. But the people must see the full expression of its work before they are ready to shift their attention to construct ooloi and maturity for the new species.
Then it will be an Oankali species, Akin said softly. It will grow and divide as Oankali always have, and it will call itself Oankali.
It will be Oankali. Look within the cells of your own body. You are Oankali.
And the Humans will be extinct, just as they believe.
Look within your cells for them, too. Your cells in particular.
But we will be Oankali. They will only be
something we consumed.
Dichaan lay back, relaxing his body and welcoming Tiikuchahk, who immediately lay beside him, some of its head tentacles writhing into his.
You and Nikanj, he said to Ak
in. Nikanj tells the Humans we are symbionts, and you believe we are predators. What have you consumed, Eka?
Im what Nikanj made me.
What has it consumed?
Akin stared at the two of them, wondering what communion they shared that he took no part in. But he did not want another painful, dissonant blending with Tiikuchahk. Not yet. That would happen soon enough by accident. He sat watching them, trying to see them both as a resister might. They slowly became alien to him, became ugly, became almost frightening.
He shook his head suddenly, rejecting the illusion. He had created it before, but never so deliberately or so perfectly.
They are consumed, he said quietly. And it was wrong and unnecessary.
They live, Eka. In you.
Let them live in themselves!
Silence.
What are we that we can do this to whole peoples? Not predators? Not symbionts? What then?
A people, growing, changing. Youre an important part of that change. Youre a danger we might not survive.
Im not going to hurt anyone.
Do you think the Humans deliberately destroyed their civilization?
What do you think I will destroy?
Nothing. Not you personally, but human-born males in general. Yet we must have you. Youre part of the trade. No trade has ever been without danger.
Do you mean, Akin said, frowning, that this new branch of the Oankali that were intended to become could wind up fighting a war and destroying itself?
We dont think so. The ooloi have been very careful, checking themselves, checking each other. But if theyre wrong, if theyve made mistakes and missed them, Dinso will eventually be destroyed. Toaht will probably be destroyed. Only Akjai will survive. It doesnt have to be war that destroys us. War was only the quickest of the many destructions that faced Humanity before it met us.
It should have another chance.
It has. With us. Dichaan turned his attention to Tiikuchahk. I havent let you taste the ships perceptions. Shall I?
Tiikuchahk hesitated, opening its mouth so that they would know it meant to speak aloud. I dont know, it said finally. Shall I taste it, Akin?
Akin was surprised to be asked. This was the first time Tiikuchahk had spoken directly to him since they had entered the ship. Now he examined his own feelings, searching for an answer. Dichaan had upset him, and he resented being pulled to another subject so abruptly. Yet Tiikuchahk had not asked a frivolous question. He should answer.
Yes, he said. Do it. It hurts, and you wont like it, but theres something more in it than pain, something you wont feel until afterward. I think maybe
maybe its a shadow of the way it will be for us when were adult and able to perceive directly. Its worth what it costs, worth reaching for.
5
Akin and Tiikuchahk were asleep when the shuttle reached Chkahichdahk. Dichaan awoke them with a touch and led them out into a pseudocorridor that was exactly the same color as the inside of the shuttle. The pseudocorridor was low and narrowjust large enough for the three of them to walk through, single file. It closed behind them. Akin, following last, could see the walls sphinctering together just a few steps behind him. The movement fascinated him. No structure in Lo was massive enough to move this way, creating a temporary corridor to guide them through a thick layer of living tissue. And the flesh must be opening ahead of them. He tried to look past Tiikuchahk and Dichaan and see the movement. He caught sight of it now and then. That was the trouble with being small. He was not weak, but nearly everyone he knew was taller and broader than he wasand always would be. During metamorphosis, Tiikuchahk, if it became female, would almost double its size. But he would be male, and metamorphosis made little difference in the size of males.
He would be small and solitary, Nikanj had said shortly after his birth. He would not want to stay in one place and be a father to his children. He would not want anything to do with other males.
He could not imagine such a life. It was not Human or Oankali. How could he be able to help the resisters if he were so solitary?
Nikanj knew a great deal, but it did not know everything. Its children were always healthy and intelligent. But they did not always do what it wanted or expected them to. It had better luck sometimes predicting what Humans would do under a given set of circumstances. Surely it did not know as much as it thought it did about what Akin would do as an adult.
This is a bad way to bring Humans in, Dichaan was saying as they walked. Most of them are disturbed at being so closed in. If you ever have to bring any in, have the shuttle take you as close as possible to one of the true corridors and get them into that corridor as quickly as possible. They dont like the flesh movement either. Try to keep them from seeing it.
They see it at home, Tiikuchahk said.
Not this massive kind of movement. Lilith says it makes her think of being swallowed alive by some huge animal. At least she can stand it. Some Humans go completely out of control and hurt themselvesor try to hurt us. He paused. Heres a true corridor. Now we ride.
Dichaan led them to a tilio feeding station and chose one of the large, flat animals. The three of them climbed onto it, and Dichaan touched several head tentacles to it. The animal was curious and sent up pseudotentacles to investigate them.
This ones never carried an Earth-born construct before, Dichaan said. Taste it. Let it taste you. Its harmless.
It reminded Akin of an agouti or an otter, although it was brighter than either of those animals. It carried them through other riders and through pedestriansOankali, construct, and Human. Dichaan had told it where he wanted to go, and it found its way without trouble. And it enjoyed meeting strange-tasting visitors.
Will we have these animals on Earth eventually? Tiikuchahk asked.
Well have them when we need them, Dichaan said. All our ooloi know how to assemble them.
Assemble was the right word, Akin thought. The tilio had been fashioned from the combined genes of several animals. Humans put animals in cages or tied them to keep them from straying. Oankali simply bred animals who did not want to stray and who enjoyed doing what they were intended to do. They were also pleased to be rewarded with new sensations or pleasurable familiar sensations. This one seemed particularly interested in Akin, and he spent the journey telling it about Earth and about himselfgiving it simple sensory impressions. Its delight with these gave him as much pleasure as he gave the tilio. When they reached the end of their journey, Akin hated to leave the animal. Dichaan and Tiikuchahk waited patiently while he detached himself from it and gave it a final touch of farewell.
I liked it, he said unnecessarily as he followed Dichaan through a wall and up a slope toward another level.
Without turning, Dichaan focused a cone of head tentacles on him. It paid a great deal of attention to you. More than to either of us. Earth animals pay attention to you, too, dont they?
They let me touch them sometimes, even let me taste them. But if someone else is with me, they run away.
You can train here to look after animalsto understand their bodies and keep them healthy.
Ooloi work?
You can be trained to do it. Everything except controlling their breeding. And ooloi must mix their young.
Of course. You controlled both animals and people by controlling their reproductioncontrolling it absolutely. But perhaps Akin could learn something that would be of use to the resisters. And he liked animals.
Would I be able to work with shuttles or with Chkahichdahk? he asked.
If you choose to, after you change. There will be a need for people to do that kind of work during your generation.
You told me once that people who work with the ship had to look differentreally different.
That change wont be needed on Earth for sev
eral generations.
Working with animals wont affect the way I look at all?
Not at all.
I want to do it then. After a few steps, he looked back at Tiikuchahk. What will you do?
Find us an ooloi subadult, it said.
He would have walked faster if he had known the way. He wanted to get away from Tiikuchahk. The thought of it finding an ooloieven an immature oneto unite the two of them, even briefly, was disturbing, almost disgusting.
I meant what work will you do?
Gather knowledge. Collect information on Toaht and Akjai changes that have taken place since Dinso settled on Earth. I dont think I would be allowed to do much more. You know what your sex will be. Its as though you were never really eka. But I am.
You wont be prevented from learning work, Dichaan said. You wont be taken seriously, but no one will stop you from doing what you choose. And if you want help, people will help you.
Ill gather knowledge, Tiikuchahk insisted. Maybe while Im doing that, Ill see some work that I want to do.
This is Lo aj Toaht, Dichaan said, leading them into one of the vast living areas. Here grew great treelike structures bigger than any tree Akin had ever seen on Earth. Lilith had said they were as big as high-rise office buildings, but that had meant nothing to Akin. They were living quarters, storage space, internal support structures, and providers of food, clothing, and other desired substances such as paper, waterproof covering, and construction materials. They were not trees but parts of the ship. Their flesh was the same as the rest of the ships flesh.
When Dichaan touched his head tentacles to what appeared to be the bark of one of them, it opened as walls opened at home, and inside was a familiar room, empty of resister-style furniture but containing several platforms grown for sitting or for holding containers of food. The walls and platforms were all a pale yellow-brown.
As the three of them entered, the wall on the opposite side of the room opened, and three Oankali Akin had never seen before came in.
Akin drew air over his tongue and his sense of smell told him that the male and female newcomers were Loclose relatives, in fact. The ooloi must be their mate. There was no scent of family familiarity to it at all as there would have been if it had been ooan Dichaan. These were not parents, then. But they were relatives. Dichaans brother and sister and their ooloi mate, perhaps.
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