Card, Orson Scott - Ender's Saga 3 - Xenocide

by Orson Scott Card

We've been fighting the descolada all along. Not in laboratories, like the humans, but inside ourself. Before I lay eggs, there is a phase where I prepare their bodies to manufacture all the antibodies they'll need throughout their lives. When the descolada changes itself, we know it because the workers start dying. Then an organ near my ovaries creates new antibodies, and we lay eggs for new workers who can withstand the revised descolada.

  So you, too, are trying to destroy it.

  No. Our process is entirely unconscious. It takes place in the body of the hive queen, without conscious intervention. We can't go beyond meeting the present danger. Our organ of immunity is far more effective and adaptable than anything in the human body, but in the long run we'll suffer the same fate as the humans, if the descolada is not destroyed. The difference is that if we are wiped out by the descolada, there is no other hive queen in the universe to carry on our species. We are the last.

  Your case is even more desperate than theirs.

  And we are even more helpless to affect it. We have no science of biology beyond simple husbandry. Our natural methods were so effective in fighting disease that we never had the same impetus that humans had, to understand life and control it.

  Is that the way it is, then? Either we are destroyed, or you and the humans are destroyed. If the descolada continues, it kills you. If it is stopped, we die.

  This is your world. The descolada is in your bodies. If it comes time to choose between you and us, it will be you that survives.

  You speak for yourself, my friend. But what will the humans do?

  If they have the power to destroy the descolada in a way that would also destroy you, we will forbid them to use it.

  Forbid them? When have humans ever obeyed?

  We never forbid where we do not also have the power to prevent.

  Ah.

  This is your world. Ender knows this. And if other humans ever forget, we will remind them.

  I have another question.

  Ask.

  What about those, like Warmaker, who want to spread the descolada throughout the universe? Will you also forbid them?

  They must not carry the descolada to worlds that already have multicellular life.

  But that's exactly what they intend to do.

  They must not.

  But you're building starships for us. Once they have control of a starship, they'll go where they want to go.

  They must not.

  So you forbid them?

  We never forbid where we do not also have the power to prevent.

  Then why do you still build these ships?

  The human fleet is coming, with a weapon that can destroy this world. Ender is sure that they'll use it. Should we conspire with them, and leave your entire genetic heritage here on this single planet, so you can be obliterated with a single weapon?

  So you build us starships, knowing that some of us may use it destructively.

  What you do with star flight will be your responsibility. If you act as the enemy of life, then life will become your enemy. We will provide starships to you as a species. Then you, as a species, will decide who leaves Lusitania and who doesn't.

  There's a fair chance that Warmaker's party will have the majority then. That they will be making all those decisions.

  So— should we judge, and decide that the humans are right to try to destroy you? Maybe Warmaker is right. Maybe the humans are the ones who deserve to be destroyed. Who are we to judge between you? They with their Molecular Disruption Device. You with the descolada. Each has the power to destroy the other, each species is capable of such a monstrous crime, and yet each species has many members who would never knowingly cause such evil and who deserve to live. We will not choose. We will simply build the starships and let you and the humans work out your destiny between you.

  You could help us. You could keep the starships out of the hands of Warmaker's party, and deal only with us.

  Then the domestic war between you would be terrible indeed. Would you destroy their genetic heritage, simply because you disagree? Who then is the monster and the criminal? How do we judge between you, when both parties are willing to countenance the utter destruction of another people?

  Then I have no hope. Someone will be destroyed.

  Unless the human scientists find a way to change the descolada, so that you can survive as a species, and yet the descolada loses the power to kill.

  How is that possible?

  We are not biologists. Only the humans can do this, if it can be done.

  Then we can't stop them from researching the descolada. We have to help them. Even though they nearly destroyed our forest, we have no choice but to help them.

  We knew you would reach that conclusion.

  Did you?

  That's why we're building starships for the pequeninos. Because you're capable of wisdom.

  As word of the restoration of the Lusitania Fleet spread among the god spoken of Path, they began to visit the house of Han Fei-tzu to pay him honour.

  "I will not see them," said Han Fei-tzu.

  "You must, Father." said Han Qing-jao. "It's only proper for them to honour you for such a great accomplishment."

  "Then I will go and tell them that it was entirely your doing, and I had nothing to do with it."

  "No!" cried Qing-jao. "You must not do that."

  "Furthermore, I will tell them that I think it was a great crime, which will cause the death of a noble spirit. I will tell them that the god spoken of Path are slaves to a cruel and vicious government, and that we must bend all our efforts to the destruction of Congress."

  "Don't make me hear this!" cried Qing-jao. "You could never say such a thing to anyone!"

  And it was true. Si Wang-mu watched from the corner as the two of them, father and daughter, each began a ritual of purification, Han Fei-tzu for having spoken such rebellious words and Han Qing-jao for having heard them. Master Fei-tzu would never say these things to others, because even if he did, they would see how he immediately had to be purified, and they would see this as proof that the gods repudiated his words. They did their work well, those scientists that Congress employed to create the god spoken, thought Wang-mu. Even knowing the truth, Han Fei-tzu is helpless.

  So it was that Qing-jao met all the visitors who came to the house, and graciously accepted their praise on behalf of her father. Wang-mu stayed with her for the first few visits, but she found it unbearable to listen as Qing-jao described again and again how her father and she had discovered the existence of a computer program that dwelt amid the philotic network of the ansibles, and how it would be destroyed. It was one thing to know that in her heart, Qing-jao did not believe she was committing murder; it was quite another thing for Wang-mu to listen to her boasting about how the murder would be accomplished.

  And boasting was what Qing-jao was doing, though only Wang-mu knew it. Always Qing-jao gave the credit to her father, but since Wang-mu knew that it was entirely Qing-jao's doing, she knew that when Qing-jao described the accomplishment as worthy service to the gods, she was really praising herself.

  "Please don't make me stay and listen any more," said Wang-mu.

  Qing-jao studied her for a moment, judging her. Then, coldly, she answered. "Go if you must. I see that you are still a captive of our enemy. I have no need of you."

  "Of course not," said Wang-mu. "You have the gods." But in saying this, she could not keep the bitter irony out of her voice.

  "Gods that you don't believe in," said Qing-jao bitingly. "Of course, you have never been spoken to by the gods— why should you believe? I dismiss you as my secret maid, since that is your desire. Go back to your family."

  "As the gods command," said Wang-mu. And this time she made no effort to conceal her bitterness at the mention of the gods.

  She was already out of the house, walking down the road, when Mu-pao came after her. Since Mu-pao was old and fat, she had no hope of catching up with Wang-mu on foot. So she came riding a donkey, looking ri
diculous as she kicked the animal to hasten it. Donkeys, sedan chairs, all these trappings of ancient China— do the god spoken really think that such affectations make them somehow holier? Why don't they simply ride on fliers and hover cars like honest people do on every other world? Then Mu-pao would not have to humiliate herself, bouncing and jouncing on an animal that is suffering under her weight. To spare her as much embarrassment as possible, Wang-mu returned and met Mu-pao partway.

  "Master Han Fei-tzu commands you to return," said Mu-pao.

  "Tell Master Han that he is kind and good, but my mistress has dismissed me.

  "Master Han says that Mistress Qing-jao has the authority to dismiss you as her secret maid, but not to dismiss you from his house. Your contract is with him, not with her."

  This was true. Wang-mu hadn't thought of that.

  "He begs you to return," said Mu-pao. "He told me to say it that way, so that you might come out of kindness, if you would not come out of obedience."

  "Tell him I will obey. He should not beg such a low person as myself."

  "He will be glad," said Mu-pao.

  Wang-mu walked beside Mu-pao's donkey. They went very slowly, which was more comfortable for Mu-pao and the donkey as well.

  "I have never seen him so upset," said Mu-pao. "Probably I shouldn't tell you that. But when I said that you were gone, he was almost frantic."

  "Were the gods speaking to him?" It was a bitter thing if Master Han called her back only because for some reason the slave driver within him had demanded it.

  "No," said Mu-pao. "It wasn't like that at all. Though of course I've never actually seen what it looks like when the gods speak to him."

  "Of course."

  "He simply didn't want you to go," said Mu-pao.

  "I will probably end up going, anyway," said Wang-mu. "But I'll gladly explain to him why I am now useless in the House of Han."

  "Oh, of course," said Mu-pao. "You have always been useless. But that doesn't mean you aren't necessary."

  "What do you mean?"

  "Happiness can depend as easily on useless things as on useful ones."

  "Is that a saying of an old master?"

  "It's a saying of an old fat woman on a donkey," said Mu-pao. "And don't you forget it."

  When Wang-mu was alone with Master Han in his private chamber, he showed no sign of the agitation Mu-pao had spoken of.

  "I have spoken with Jane," he said. "She thinks that since you also know of her existence and believe her not to be the enemy of the gods, it will be better if you stay."

  "So I will serve Jane now?" asked Wang-mu. "Am I to be her secret maid?"

  Wang-mu did not mean her words to sound ironic; the idea of being servant to a non-human entity intrigued her. But Master Han reacted as if he were trying to smooth over an offence.

  "No," he said. "You shouldn't be anyone's servant. You have acted bravely and worthily."

  "And yet you called me back to fulfil my contract with you."

  Master Han bowed his head. "I called you back because you are the only one who knows the truth. If you go, then I'm alone in this house."

  Wang-mu almost said: How can you be alone, when your daughter is here? And until the last few days, it wouldn't have been a cruel thing to say, because Master Han and Mistress Qing-jao were friends as close as a father and daughter could ever be. But now, the barrier between them was insuperable. Qing-jao lived in a world where she was a triumphant servant of the gods, trying to be patient with the temporary madness of her father. Master Han lived in a world where his daughter and all of his society were slaves to an oppressive Congress, and only he knew the truth. How could they even speak to each other across a gulf so wide and deep?

  "I'll stay," said Wang-mu. "However I can serve you, I will."

  "We'll serve each other," said Master Han. "My daughter promised to teach you. I'll continue that."

  Wang-mu touched her forehead to the floor. "I am unworthy of such kindness."

  "No," said Master Han. "We both know the truth now. The gods don't speak to me. Your face should never touch the floor before me."

  "We have to live in this world," said Wang-mu. "I will treat you as an honoured man among the god spoken, because that is what all the world would expect of me. And you must treat me as a servant, for the same reason."

  Master Han's face twisted bitterly. "The world also expects that when a man of my age takes a young girl from his daughter's service into his own, he is using her for venery. Shall we act out all the world's expectations?"

  "It is not in your nature to take advantage of your power in that way," said Wang-mu.

  "Nor is it in my nature to receive your humiliation. Before I learned the truth about my affliction, I accepted other people's obeisance because I believed it was really being offered to the gods, and not to me."

  "That is as true as it ever was. Those who believe you are god spoken are offering their obeisance to the gods, while those who are dishonest do it to flatter you. "

  "But you are not dishonest. Nor do you believe the gods speak to me."

  "I don't know whether the gods speak to you or not, or whether they ever have or ever can speak to anyone. I only know that the gods don't ask you or anyone to do these ridiculous, humiliating rituals— those were forced on you by Congress. Yet you must continue those rituals because your body requires it. Please allow me to continue the rituals of humiliation that are required of people of my position in the world."

  Master Han nodded gravely. "You are wise beyond your years and education, Wang-mu."

  "I am a very foolish girl," said Wang-mu. "If I had any wisdom, I would beg you to send me as far away from this place as possible. Sharing a house with Qing-jao will now be very dangerous to me. Especially if she sees that I am close to you, when she can't be."

  "You're right. I'm being very selfish, to ask you to stay."

  "Yes," said Wang-mu. "And yet I will stay."

  "Why?" asked Master Han.

  "Because I can never go back to my old life," she answered. "I know too much now about the world and the universe, about Congress and the gods. I would have the taste of poison in my mouth all the days of my life, if I went back home and pretended to be what I was before."

  Master Han nodded gravely, but then he smiled, and soon he laughed.

  "Why are you laughing at me, Master Han?"

  "I'm laughing because I think that you never were what you used to be."

  "What does that mean?"

  "I think you were always pretending. Maybe you even fooled yourself. But one thing is certain. You were never an ordinary girl, and you could never have led an ordinary life."

  Wang-mu shrugged. "The future is a hundred thousand threads, but the past is a fabric that can never be rewoven. Maybe I could have been content. Maybe not."

  "So here we are together, the three of us."

  Only then did Wang-mu turn to see that they were not alone. In the air above the display she saw the face of Jane, who smiled at her.

  "I'm glad you came back," said Jane.

  For a moment, Jane's presence here caused Wang-mu to leap to a hopeful conclusion. "Then you aren't dead! You've been spared!"