Men and women, covered with sweat and dirt, clustered around to touch Akin and make baby-talk noises at him. He did not surprise them by speaking to them, although both girls were trying out their new English on their audience.
Gabe knelt down, slipped out of his pack, then lifted Akin free. Dont goo-goo at him, he said to a dusty woman salvager who was already reaching for him. He can talk as well as you canand understand everything you say.
Hes beautiful! the woman said. Is he ours? Is he
We got him in trade. Hes more Human-looking than the girls, but that probably doesnt mean anything. Hes construct. Hes not a bad kid, though.
Akin looked up at him, recognizing the complimentthe first he had ever received from Gabe, but Gabe had turned away to speak to someone else.
The salvager picked Akin up and held him so that she could see his face. Come on, she said. Ill show you a damn big hole in the ground. Why dont you talk like your friends? You shy?
I dont think so, Akin answered.
The woman looked startled, then grinned. Okay. Lets go take a look at something that probably used to be a truck.
The salvagers had hacked away thick, wild vegetation to dig their hole and to plant their crops along two sides of it, but the wild vegetation was growing back. People with hoes, shovels, and machetes had been clearing it away. Now they were talking with newly arrived Humans or getting acquainted with Amma and Shkaht. Three Humans trailed after the woman who carried Akin, talking to each other about him and occasionally talking to him.
No tentacles, one of them said, stroking his face. So Human. So beautiful
Akin did not believe he was beautiful. These people liked him simply because he looked like them. He was comfortable with them, though. He talked to them easily and ate the bits of food they kept giving him and accepted their caresses, though he did not enjoy them any more than he ever had. Humans needed to touch people, but they could not do so in ways that were pleasurable or useful. Only when he felt lonely or frightened was he glad of their hands, their protection.
They passed near a broad trench, its sides covered with grass. At its center flowed a clear stream. No doubt there were wet seasons when the entire riverbed was filled, perhaps to overflowing. The wet and dry seasons here would be more pronounced than in the forest around Lo. There, it rained often no matter what the season was supposed to be. Akin knew about such things because he had heard adults talk about them. It was not strange to see this shrunken river. But when he looked up as he was carried toward the far end of the pit, he saw for the first time between the green hills to the distant, snow-covered peaks of the mountains.
Wait! Akin shouted as the salvagerSabina, her name waswould have carried him on toward the house on the far side of the hole. Wait, let me look.
She seemed pleased to do this. Those are volcanic, she said. Do you know what that means?
A broken place in the Earth where hot liquid rock comes up, Akin said.
Good, she said. Those mountains were pushed up and built by volcanic activity. One of them went off last year. Not close enough to us to matter, but it was exciting. It still steams now and then, even though its covered with snow. Do you like it?
Dangerous, he said. Did the ground shake?
Yes. Not much here, but it must have been pretty bad there. I dont think there are any people living near there.
Good. I like to look at it, though. Id like to go there some day to understand it.
Safer to look from here. She took him on to the short row of houses where salvagers apparently lived. There was a flattened rectangular metal frameSabinas truck apparently. It looked useless. Akin had no idea what Humans had once done with it, but now it could only be cut up into metal scrap and eventually forged into other things. It was huge and would probably yield a great deal of metal. Akin wondered how the feeding shuttle had missed it.
Id like to know how the Oankali smashed it flat this way, another woman said. Its as though a big foot stepped on it.
Akin said nothing. He had learned that people did not really want him to give them information unless they asked him directlyor unless they were so desperate they didnt care where their information came from. And information about the Oankali tended to frighten or anger them no matter how they received it.
Sabina put him down, and he looked more closely at the metal. He would have tasted it if he had been alone. Instead, he followed the salvagers into one of the houses. It was a solidly built house, but it was plain, unpainted, roofed with sheets of metal. The guest house at Lo was a more interesting building.
But inside there was a museum.
There were stacks of dishes, bits of jewelry, glass, metal. There were boxes with glass windows. Behind the windows was only a blank, solid grayness. There were massive metal boxes with large, numbered wheels on their doors. There were metal shelves, tables, drawers, bottles. There were crosses like the one on Gabes coincrosses of metal, each with a metal man hanging from them. Christ on the cross, Akin remembered. There were also pictures of Christ rapping with his knuckles on a wooden door and others of him pulling open his clothing to reveal a red shape that contained a torch. There was a picture of Christ sitting at a table with a lot of other men. Some of the pictures seemed to move as Akin viewed them from different angles.
Tate, who had reached the house before him, took one of the moving picturesa small one of Christ standing on a hill and talking to peopleand handed it to Akin. He moved it slightly in his hand, watching the apparent movement of Christ, whose mouth opened and closed and whose arm moved up and down. The picture, though scratched, was hard and flatmade of a material Akin did not understand. He tasted itthen threw it hard away from him, disgusted, nauseated.
Hey! one of the salvagers yelled. Those things are valuable! The man retrieved the picture, glared at Akin, then glared at Tate. What the hell would you give a thing like that to a baby for anyway?
But both Tate and Sabina had stepped quickly to see what was wrong with Akin.
Akin went to the door and spat outside several times, spat away pure pain as his body fought to deal with what he had carelessly taken in. By the time he was able to talk and tell what was wrong, he had everyones attention. He did not want it, but he had it.
Im sorry, he said. Did the picture break?
Whats the matter with you? Tate said with unmistakable concern.
Nothing now. I got rid of it. If I were older, I could have handled it bettermade it harmless.
The picturethe plasticwas harmful to you?
The stuff it was made of. Plastic?
Yes.
Its so sealed and covered with dirt that I didnt feel the poison before I tasted it. Tell the girls not to taste it.
We wont, Amma and Shkaht said in unison, and Akin jumped. He did not know when they had come in.
Ill show you later, he said in Oankali.
They nodded.
It was
more poison packed tight together in one place than Ive ever known. Did Humans make it that way on purpose?
It just worked out that way, Gabe said. Hell, maybe thats why the stuff is still here. Maybe its so poisonousor so uselessthat not even the microbes would eat it. Nonbiodegradable, I think the prewar word was.
Akin looked at him sharply. The shuttle had not eaten the plastic. And the shuttle could eat anything. Perhaps the plastic, like the truck, had simply been overlooked. Or perhaps the shuttle had found it useless as Gabe had said.
Plastics used to kill people back before the war, a woman said. They were used in furniture, clothing, containers, appliances, just about everything. Sometimes the poisons leached into food or water and caused cancer, and sometimes there was a fire and plastics burned and gassed people to death. My
prewar husband was a fireman. He used to tell me.
I dont remember that, someone said.
I remember it, someone else contradicted. I remember a house fire in my neighborhood where everybody died trying to get out because of poison gas from burning plastics.
My god, Sabina said, should we be trading this stuff?
We can trade it, Tate said. The only place that has enough of it to be a real danger is right here. Other people need things like thispictures and statues from another time, something to remind them what we were. What we are.
Why did people use it so much if it killed them? Akin asked.
Most of them didnt know how dangerous it was, Gabe said. And some of the ones who did know were making too damn much money selling the stuff to worry about fire and contamination that might or might not happen. He made a wordless soundalmost a laugh, although Akin could detect no humor in it. Thats what Humans are, too, dont forget. People who poison each other, then disclaim all responsibility. In a way, thats how the war happened.
Then
Akin hesitated. Then why dont you paint new pictures and make statues from wood or metal?
It wouldnt be the same for them, Shkaht said in Oankali. They really do need the old things. Our Human father got one of the little crosses from a traveling resister. He always wore it on a cord around his neck.
Was it plastic? Akin asked.
Metal. But prewar. Very old. Maybe it even came from here.
Independent resisters take our stuff to your villages? Tate asked when Akin translated.
Some of them trade with us, Akin said. Some stay for a while and have children. And some only come to steal children.
Silence. The Humans went back to their trade goods, broke into groups, and began exchanging news.
Tate showed Akin the house where he was to sleepa house filled with mats and hammocks, cluttered with small objects the salvagers had dug up, and distinguished by a large, cast-iron woodstove. It made the one in Tates kitchen seem child-sized.
Stay away from that, Tate said. Even when its cold. Make a habit of staying away from it, you hear?
All right. I wouldnt touch anything hot by accident, though. And Im finally too old to poison, so
You just poisoned yourself!
No. I was careless, and it hurt, but I wouldnt have gotten very sick or died. It was like when you hit your toe and stumbled on the trail. It didnt mean you dont know how to walk. You were just careless.
Yeah. That may or may not be a good analogy. You stay away from the stove anyway. You want something to eat or has everyone already stuffed you with food?
Ill have to get rid of some of what Ive already eaten so that I can eat some more protein.
Want to eat with us or would you rather go out and eat leaves?
Id rather go out and eat leaves.
She frowned at him for a second, then began to laugh. Go, she said. And be careful.
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Neci Roybal wanted one of the girls. And she had not given up the idea of having both girls tentacles removed. She had begun again to campaign for that among the salvagers. The tentacles looked more like slugs than worms most of the time, she said. It was criminal to allow little girls to be afflicted with such things. Girl children who might someday be the mothers of a new Human race ought to look Humanought to see Human features when they looked in the mirror
Theyre not Oankali, Akin heard her tell Abira one night. What happened to the man Tate and Gabe knewthat might only happen with Oankali.
Neci, Abira told her, if you go near those kids with a knife, and they dont finish you, I will.
Others were more receptive. A pair of salvagers named Senn converted quickly to Necis point of view. Akin spent much of his third night at the salvage camp lying in Abiras hammock, listening as in the next house Neci and Gilbert and Anne Senn strove to convert Yori Shinizu and Sabina Dobrowski. Yori, the doctor, was obviously the person they hoped would remove the girls tentacles.
Its not just the way the tentacles look, Gil said in his soft voice. Everyone called him Gil. He had a soft, ooloilike voice. Yes, they are ugly, but its what they represent thats important. Theyre alien. Un-Human. How can little girls grow up to be Human women when their own sense organs betray them?
What about the boy? Yori asked. He has the same alien senses, but theyre located in his tongue. We couldnt remove that.
No, Anne said, soft-voiced like her husband. She looked and sounded enough like him to be his sister, but Humans did not marry their siblings, and these two had been married before the war. They had come from a place called Switzerland and had been visiting a place called Kenya when the war happened. They had gone to look at huge, fabulous animals, now extinct. In her spare time, Anne painted pictures of the animals on cloth or paper or wood. Giraffes, she called them, lions, elephants, cheetahs
She had already shown Akin some of her work. She seemed to like him.
No, she repeated. But the boy must be taught as any child should be taught. Its wrong to let him always put things into his mouth. Its wrong to let him eat grass and leaves like a cow. Its wrong to let him lick people. Tate says he calls it tasting them. Its disgusting.
She lets him give in to any alien impulse, Neci said. She had no children before. I heard there was some sickness in her family so that she didnt dare have children. She doesnt know how to care for them.
The boy loves her, Yori said.
Because she spoils him, Neci said. But hes young. He can learn to love other people.
You? Gil asked.
Why not me! I had two children before the war. I know how to bring them up.
We also had two, Anne said. Two little girls. She gave a low laugh. Shkaht and Amma look nothing like them, but I would give anything to make one of those girls my daughter.
With or without tentacles? Sabina said.
If Yori would do it, I would want them removed.
I dont know whether Id do it, Yori said. I dont believe Tate was lying about what she saw.
But what she saw was between a Human and an adult Oankali, Anne said. These are children. Almost babies. And theyre almost Human.
They look almost Human, Sabina put in. We dont know what they really are.
Children, Anne said. Theyre children.
Silence.
It should be done, Neci said. Everyone knows it should be done. We dont know how to do it yet, but, Yori, you should be finding out how. You should study them. You came along to guard their health. Doesnt that mean you should spend time with them, get to know more about them?
That wont help, Yori said. I already know theyre venomous. Perhaps I could protect myself, and perhaps I couldnt. But
this is cosmetic surgery, Neci. Unnecessary. And Im no surgeon anyway. Why should we risk the girls health and my life just because they have what amounts to ugly birthmarks? Tate says the tentacles grow back, anyway. She drew a deep breath. No, I wont do it. I wasnt sure before, but I am now. I wont do it.
Silence. Sounds of moving about, someone walkingYoris short, light steps. Sound of a door being opened.
Good night, Yori said.
No one wished her a good night.
Its not that complicated, Neci said moments later. Especially not with Amma. She has so few tentacleseight or tenand theyre so small. Anyone could do itwith gloves for protection.
I couldnt do it, Anne said. I couldnt use a knife on anyone.
I could, Gil said. But
if only they werent such little girls.
Is there any liquor here? Neci asked. Even that foul cassava stuff the wanderers drink would d
o.
We make the corn whiskey here, too, Gil said. Theres always plenty. Too much.
So we give it to the girls and then do it.
I dont know, Sabina said. Theyre so young. And if they get sick
Yori will care for them if they get sick. Shell care for them, even if she doesnt like what weve done. And it will be done, as it should be.
But
It must be done! We must raise Human children, not aliens who dont even understand how we see things.
Silence.
Tomorrow, Gil? Can it be done tomorrow?
I
dont know
.
We can collect the kids when theyre out eating plants. No one will notice for a while that theyre gone. Sabina, youll get the liquor, wont you?
I
Are there very sharp knives here? It should be done quickly and cleanly. And well need clean cloths for bandages, gloves for all of us, just in case, and that antiseptic Yori has. Ill get that. There probably wont be any infection, but we wont take chances. She stopped abruptly, then spoke one word harshly.
Tomorrow!
Silence.
Akin got up, managed to struggle out of the hammock. Abira awoke, but only mumbled something and went back to sleep. Akin headed toward the next room where Amma and Shkaht shared a hammock. They met him coming out. All three linked instantly and spoke without sound.
We have to go, Shkaht said sadly.
You dont, Akin argued. Theyre only a few, and not that strong. We have Tate and Gabe, Yori, Abira, Macy and Kolina. They would help us!
They would help us tomorrow. Neci would wait and recruit and try again later.
Tate could talk to the salvagers the way she talked to the camp on the way up here. People believe her when she talks.
Neci didnt.
Yes she did. She just wants to have everything her wayeven if her way is wrong. And shes not very smart. Shes seen me taste metal and flesh and wood, but she thinks gloves will protect her hands from being tasted or stung when she cuts you.
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