Later, it stripped my clothing from me as I floated atop sleep, a piece of straw floating on a still pond. I could not slip beneath the surface yet.
Something was put into my mouth. It had the flavor and texture of chunks of pineapple, but I knew from tiny differences in its scent that it was a Lo creation. It was almost pure proteinexactly what my body needed. When I had eaten several pieces, I was able to slip beneath the surface into sleep.
4
Metamorphosis is sleep. Days, weeks, months of sleep broken by a few hours now and then of waking, eating, talking. Males and females slept even more, but they had just the one metamorphosis. Ooloi go through this twice.
There were times when I was aware enough to watch my body develop. A sair was growing at my throat so that I would eventually be able to breathe as easily in water as in air. My nose was not absorbed into my face, but it became little more than an ornament.
I didnt lose my hair, but I grew many more head and body tentacles. I would not develop sensory arms until my second metamorphosis, but my sensitivity had already been increased, and I would soon be able to give and receive more complex multisensory illusions, and handle them much faster.
And something was growing between my hearts.
Because I was Human-born, my internal arrangement was basically Human. Ooloi are careful not to construct children who provoke uncontrollable immune reactions in their birth mothers. Even two hearts seem radical to some Humans. Sometimes they shoot us where they think a heart should bewhere their own hearts arethen run away in panic because that kind of thing doesnt stop us. I dont think many Humans have seen what the Oankali look like insideor what we constructs look like. Two hearts are just double the Human allotment. But the organ now growing between my hearts was not Human at all.
Every construct had some version of it. Males and females used it to store and keep viable the cells of unfamiliar living things that they sought out and brought home to their ooloi mate or parent. In ooloi, the organ was larger and more complex. Within it, ooloi manipulated molecules of DNA more deftly than Human women manipulated the bits of thread they used to sew their cloth. I had been constructed inside such an organ, assembled from the genetic contributions of my two mothers and my two fathers. The construction itself and a single Oankali organelle was the only ooloi contribution to my existence. The organelle had divided within each of my cells as the cells divided. It had become an essential part of my body. We were what we were because of that organelle. It made us collectors and traders of life, always learning, always changing in every way but onethat one organelle. Ooloi said we were that organellethat the original Oankali had evolved through that organelles invasion, acquisition, duplication, and symbiosis. Sometimes on worlds that had no intelligent, carbonbased life to trade with, Oankali deliberately left behind large numbers of the organelle. Abandoned, it would seek a home in the most unlikely indigenous life-forms and trigger changes evolution in spurts. Hundreds of millions of years later, perhaps some Oankali people would wander by and find interesting trade partners waiting for them. The organelle made or found compatibility with life-forms so completely dissimilar that they were unable even to perceive one another as alive.
Once I had been all enclosed within Nikanj in a mature version of the organ I was growing between my hearts. That, I did not remember. I came to consciousness within my Human mothers uterus.
Yashi, the ooloi called their organ of genetic manipulation. Sometimes they talked about it as though it were another person. Im going out to taste the river and the forest. Yashi is hungry and twisting for something new.
Did it really twist? I probably wouldnt find out until my second metamorphosis when my sensory arms grew. Until then, yashi would enlarge and develop to become only a little more useful than that of a male or a female.
Other Oankali organs began to develop now as genes, dormant since my conception, became active and stimulated the growth of new, highly specialized tissues. Adult ooloi were more different than most Humans realized. Beyond their insertion of the Oankali organelle, they made no genetic contribution to their children. They left their birth families and mated with strangers so that they would not be confronted with too much familiarity. Humans said familiarity bred contempt. Among the ooloi, it bred mistakes. Male and female siblings could mate safely as long as their ooloi came from a totally different kin group.
So, for an ooloi, a same-sex child was as close as it would ever come to seeing itself in its children.
For that reason among others, Nikanj shielded me.
I felt as though it stood between me and the people so that they could not get past it to take me away.
I absorbed all that happened in the room with me, and all that came through the platform to me from Lo.
How can we trust you? the people demanded of Nikanj. Their messages reached us through Lo, and reached Lo either directly from our neighbors or by way of radio signals from other towns relayed to Lo by the ship. And we heard from people who lived on the ship. A few messages came from nearby towns that could make direct underground contact with Lo. The messages were all essentially the same. How can we possibly trust you? No one else has made such a dangerous mistake.
Through Lo, Nikanj invited the people to examine it and its findings as though it were some newly discovered species. It invited them to know all that it knew about me. It endured all the tests people could think of and agree on. But it kept them from touching me.
In spite of its mistakes, it was my same-sex parent. Since it said I must not be disturbed in metamorphosis, and since they were not yet convinced that it had lost all competence, they would not disturb me. Humans thought this sort of thing was a matter of authoritywho had authority over the child. Constructs and Oankali knew it was a matter of physiology. Nikanjs body understood what mine was going through what it needed and did not need. Nikanj let me know that I was all right and reassured me that I wasnt alone. In the way of Oankali and construct same-sex parents, it went through metamorphosis with me. It knew exactly what would disturb me and what was safe. Its body knew, and no one would argue with that knowledge. Even Human same-sex parents seemed to reach an empathy with their children that the people respected. Without that empathy, some developing males and females had had a strange time of it. One of my brothers was completely cut off from the family and from Oankali and construct companionship during his metamorphosis. He reacted to his unrelated, all-Human companions by losing all visible traces of his own Human heritage. He survived all right. The Humans had taken care of him as best they could. But after metamorphosis he had had to accept people treating him as though he were an entirely different person. He was Human-born, but our Human parents didnt recognize him at all when he came home.
I dont want to push you toward the Human or the Oankali extreme, Nikanj said once when the people gave it a few hours of peace. It talked to me often, knowing that whether I was conscious or not, I would hear and remember. Its presence and its voice comforted me. I want you to develop as you should in every way. The more normal your changes are, the sooner the people will accept you as normal.
It had not yet convinced the people to accept anything about me. Not even that I should be allowed to stay on Earth and live in Lo through my subadult stage and second metamorphosis. The consensus now was that I should be brought up to the ship as soon as I had completed this first metamorphosis. Subadults were still seen as children, but they could work as ooloi in ways that did not involve reproduction. Subadults could not only heal or cause disease, but they could cause genetic changesmutationsin plants and animals. They could do anything that could be done without mates. They could be unintentionally deadly, changing insects and microorganisms in unexpected ways.
I dont want to hurt anything, I said toward the end of my months-long change when I could speak again. Dont let me do any harm.
No harm, Oeka, Nikanj said softly. It had lain d
own beside me as it often did so that while I slept, it could be with me, yet sink its head and body tentacles into the platformthe flesh of Loand communicate with the people. There is no flaw in you, it continued. You should be aware of everything you do. You can make mistakes, but you can also perceive them. And you can correct them. Ill help you.
Its words gave a security nothing else could have. I had begun to feel like one of the dormant volcanoes high in the mountains beyond the forestlike a thing that might explode anytime, destroying whatever happened to be nearby.
There is something that you must be aware of, though, Nikanj said.
Yes?
You will be complete in ways that male and female constructs have not been. Eventually you and others like you will awaken dormant abilities in males and females. But you, as an ooloi, can have no dormant abilities.
What will it mean
to be complete?
Youll be able to change yourself. What we can do from one generation to the nextchanging our form, reverting to earlier forms or combinations of formsyoull be able to do within yourself. Superficially, you may even be able to create new forms, new shells for camouflage. Thats what we intended.
If I can change my shape
I focused narrowly on Nikanj. Could I become male?
Nikanj hesitated. Do you still want to be male?
Had I ever wanted to be male? I had just assumed I was male, and would have no choice in the matter. The people wouldnt be as hard on you if I were male.
It said nothing.
They havent accepted me yet, I argued. They could go on rejecting me until the family had to leave Loall because of me.
It continued to focus on me silently. There were times when I envied Humans their ability to shut off their sight by closing their eyes, shut off their understanding by some conscious act of denial that was beyond me.
I closed my throat, then drew and released a noisy, Human breath by mouth. It wasnt necessary now when I wasnt talking, but it filled time.
I have too many feelings, I said. I want to be your same-sex child, but I dont want to cause the family trouble.
What do you want for yourself?
Now I could not speak. I would hurt it, no matter what I said.
Oeka, I must know what you want, what you feel, and for your own sake, you must tell me. It will be better for you if the people only see you through me until your metamorphosis is complete.
It was right. The thought of a lot of other people interfering with me now was frightening, terrifying. I hadnt known it would be, but it was. I wouldnt want to give up being what I am, I said. I
I want to be ooloi. I really want it. And I wish I didnt. How can I want to cause the family so much trouble?
You want to be what you are. Thats healthy and right for you. What we do about it is our decision, our responsibility. Not yours.
I might not have believed this if a Human had said it. Humans said one thing with their bodies and another with their mouths and everyone had to spend time and energy figuring out what they really meant. And once we did understand them, the Humans got angry and acted as though we had stolen thoughts from their minds.
Nikanj, on the other hand, meant what it said. Its body and its mouth said the same things. It believed that I should want to be what I was. But
Ooan, could I change if I wanted to?
It smoothed its head and body tentacles flat against its skin, accepting my curiosity with amusement. Not now. But when youre mature, youll be able to cause yourself to look male. You wouldnt be satisfied with a male sexual role, though, and you wouldnt be able to make a male contribution to reproduction.
I tried to move, tried to reach toward it, but I was still too weak. Talking was exhausting, most other movement was impossible. My head tentacles swept toward it.
It moved closer and let me touch it, let me examine its flesh so that I could begin to understand the difference between its flesh and my own. I would be the most extreme version of a constructnot just a mix of Human and Oankali characteristics, but able to use my body in ways that neither Human nor Oankali could. Synergy.
I studied a single cell of Nikanjs arm, comparing it with cells of my own. Apart from my Human admixture, the main difference seemed to be that certain genes of mine had activated and caused my metamorphosis. I wondered what might happen if these genes activated in Nikanj. It was mature. Were there other changes it might undergo?
Stop, Nikanj said quietly. It signaled silently and spoke aloud. Its silent signal felt urgent. What was I doing?
Look what youve done. Now it spoke only silently.
I reexamined the cell I had touched and realized that somehow I had located and activated the genes I had been curious about. These genes were trying to activate others of their kind in other cells, trying to cause Nikanjs body to begin the secretion of inappropriate hormones that would cause inappropriate growth.
What would grow?
Nothing would grow in me, Nikanj said, and I realized it had perceived my curiosity. The cell will die. You see?
The cell died as I watched.
I could have kept it alive, Nikanj said. By a conscious act, I could have prevented my body from rejecting it. Without you, though, I could not have activated the dormant genes. My body rejects that kind of behavior as
deeply self-destructive.
But it didnt seem wrong or dangerous, I said. It just felt
out of place.
Out of place, out of its time. In a Human, that could be enough to kill.
I couldnt think of anything to say. My curiosity burned away in fear.
When you touch them, never withdraw without checking to see whether youve done harm.
I wont touch them at all.
You wont be able to resist them.
It didnt doubt or guess or suspect. It knew. What shall I do? I whispered aloud. It couldnt be wrong about such things. It had lived too long, seen too much.
For now you can only be careful. After your second metamorphosis, youll mate and you wont be quite so interested in investigating people who arent your mates.
But that could be two or three years from now.
Less, I think. Your body feels as though it will develop quickly now. Until it has, you know how careful youll have to be.
I dont know whether I can do it. To be so careful of every touch
Only deep touches. Touches that penetrated flesh with sensory tentacles or, later, sensory arms. Only Humans could be satisfied with less than deep touches.
I dont see how I can be that careful, I said. But I have to.
Yes.
Then Ill do it.
It touched my head tentacles with several of its own, agreeing. Then it examined the rest of my body closely, again checking for dangerous flaws, gathering information for the people. I relaxed and let it work, and it said instantly, No!
What? I asked. I really hadnt done anything this time. I knew I hadnt.
Until you know yourself a great deal better, you cant afford to relax that way while youre in contact with another person. Not even with me. Youre too competent, too well able to make tiny, potentially deadly changes in genes, in cells, in organs. What males, females, and even some ooloi must struggle to perceive, you cant fail to perceive on one level or another. What they must be taught to do, what they must strain to do, you can do almost without thought. You have all the sensitivity I could give you, and thats a great deal. And you have the latent abilities of your Human ancestors. In you, those abilities are no longer latent. Thats why you were able to activate genes in me that even I cant reawaken. Thats why the Humans are such treasure. Theyve given us regenerative abilities we had never been able to trade for before, even though w
eve found other species that had such abilities. Im here because a Human was able to share such ability with me.
It meant Lilith, my birth mother. Every child in the family had heard that story. One of Nikanjs sensory arms had been all but severed from its body, but Lilith allowed it to link into her body and activate certain of her highly specialized genes. It used what it learned from these to encourage its own cells to grow and reattach the complex structures of the arm. It could not have done this without the triggering effect of Liliths genetic help.
Liliths ability had run in her family, although neither she nor her ancestors had been able to control it. It had either lain dormant in them or come to life in insane, haphazard fashion and caused the growth of useless new tissue. New tissue gone obscenely wrong.
Humans called this condition cancer. To them, it was a hated disease. To the Oankali, it was treasure. It was beauty beyond Human comprehension.
Nikanj might have died without Liliths help. If it had lived, maimed, it could not have functioned as an ooloi. Its mates would have had to find another ooloi. They were young then. They might have survived the break and managed to accept someone else. But then we wouldnt existwe, the children Nikanj had constructed gene by gene, chromosome by chromosome. A different ooloi would have chosen a different mix, would have manufactured a different series of genes to patch the created whole together and make it viable. All our construct uniqueness was the work of our ooloi parent. Until Nikanjs mistake with me, it had been known for the beauty of its children. It had shared all that it knew about mixing construct children, and it had probably saved other people from pain, trouble, and deadly error. It had been able to do all this because, thanks to Lilith, it had two functioning sensory arms.
You could give Humans back their cancers, it said, rousing me from my thoughts. Or you could affect them genetically. You could damage their immune systems, cause neurological disorders, glandular problems
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