. You could give them diseases they dont have names for. You could do all that with just a moments inattention. It paused, wholly focused on me. Humans will attract you and seduce you without realizing what theyre doing. But theyll have no defense against you. And youre probably as sexually precocious as any Human-born construct.
I dont have sensory arms, I said. What can I do sexually until they grow? I had nothing between my legs anymore. No one could see me naked and mistake me for maleor female. I was an ooloi subadult, and I would be one for yearsor perhaps only for months if Nikanj was right about the speed of my maturing.
Youll be able to take pleasure in new sensation, Nikanj said. Especially in the complex, frightening, promising taste of Humans. I didnt enjoy them often when I was subadult because I could give little in return. I tasted Lilith when I could heal her or make necessary changes. But I couldnt give pleasure until I was adult. You may be able to give it now with sensory tentacles.
I drew my sensory tentacles tight against me, wondering. There had been that Human couple I met just before I fell asleep months ago. They were on their way to Mars by now. But what would they have tasted like? The female might have let me find out. But the male
? How did any ooloi seduce Human males? Males were suspicious, hostile, dangerous. I suddenly wanted very much to taste one. I had touched my Human father and other mated males before my change, but I wasnt as perceptive then. I wanted to touch an unmated strangerperhaps a potential mate.
Precocious, Nikanj said flatly. Stick to constructs for a while. They arent defenseless. But even they can be hurt. You can damage them so subtly that no one notices the problem until it becomes serious. Be more careful than you have ever been.
Will they let me touch them?
I dont know. The people havent decided yet.
I thought about what it might be like to spend all my subadulthood alone in the forest with only my parents and unmated siblings as company. A shudder went through my body and Nikanj touched its sensory tentacles to mine, concerned.
I want them to accept me, I said unnecessarily.
Yes. I can see that any exile could be hard on you, bad for you. But
perhaps Chkahichdahk exile would be least hard. My parents are still there. They would take you in.
Ship exile. You said you wouldnt let them take me!
I wont. Youll stay with us for as long as you want to stay.
It meant as long as I was not more miserable alone with the family than it believed I would be if I were cut off from the family and sent to the ship. Humans tended to misunderstand ooloi when ooloi said things like that. Humans thought the ooloi were promising that they would do nothing until the Humans said they had changed their mindstold the ooloi with their mouths, in words. But the ooloi perceived all that a living being saidall words, all gestures, and a vast array of other internal and external bodily responses. Ooloi absorbed everything and acted according to whatever consensus they discovered. Thus ooloi treated individuals as they treated groups of beings. They sought a consensus. If there was none, it meant the being was confused, ignorant, frightened, or in some other way not yet able to see its own best interests. The ooloi gave information and perhaps calmness until they could perceive a consensus. Then they acted.
If, someday, Nikanj saw that I needed mates more than I needed my family, Nikanj would send me to the ship no matter what I said.
5
As the days passed, I grew stronger. I hoped, I wished, I pleaded with myself for Nikanj to have no reason ever to seek a consensus within me. If only the people would trust me, perceive that I was no more interested in using my new abilities to hurt other living things than I was in hurting myself.
Unfortunately I often did both. Every day, at least, Nikanj had to correct some harm that I had done to Loto the living platform on which I lay. Los natural color was gray-brown. Beneath me, it turned yellow. It developed swellings. Rough, diseased patches appeared on it. Its odor changed, became foul. Parts of it sloughed off. Sometimes it developed deep, open sores.
And all that I did to Lo, I also did to myself. But it was Lo that I felt guilty about. Lo was parent, sibling, home. It was the world I had been born into. As an ooloi, I would have to leave it when I mated. But woven into its genetic structure and my own was the unmistakable Lo kin group signature. I would have done anything to avoid giving Lo pain.
I got up from my platform as soon as I could and collected dead wood to sleep on.
Lo ate the wood. It was not intelligent enough to reason withwould not be for perhaps a hundred years. But it was self-aware. It knew what was part of it and what wasnt. I was part of itone of its many parts. It would not have me with it, yet so distant from it, separated by so much dead matter. It preferred whatever pain I gave it to the unnatural itch of apparent rejection.
So I went on giving it pain until I was completely recovered. By then, I knew as well as anyone else that I had to go. The people still wanted me to go to Chkahichdahk because the ship was a much older, more resistant organism. It was as able as most ooloi to protect and heal itself. Lo would be that resistant someday, but not for more than a century. And on the ship, I could be watched by many more mature ooloi.
Or I could go into exile here on Earthbefore I did more harm to Lo or to someone in Lo. Those were my only choices. Through Lo, Nikanj had kept a check on the air of my room. It had seen that I did not change the microorganisms I came into contact with. And outside, insects avoided me as they avoided all Oankali and constructs. The people would permit me Earth exile, then.
With no real discussion, we prepared to go. My Human parents made packs for themselves, wrapping Lo cloth hammocks around prewar books, tools, extra clothing, and food from Liliths gardenfood grown in the soil of Earth, not from the substance of Lo. Both Lilith and Tino knew that their Oankali mates would provide for all their physical needs, yet they could not easily accept being totally dependent. This was a characteristic of adult Humans that the Oankali never understood. The Oankali simply accepted it as best they could and were pleased to see that we constructs understood.
I went to my Human mother and watched her assemble her pack. I did not touch herhad not touched any Human since my metamorphosis ended. As a reminder of my unstable condition, I had developed a rough, crusty growth on my right hand. I had deliberately reabsorbed it twice, but each night it grew again. I saw Lilith staring at it.
It will heal, I told her. Nikanj will help me with it.
Does it hurt? she asked.
No. It just feels
wrong. Like a weight tied there where it shouldnt be.
Why is it wrong?
I looked at the growth. It was red and broken in places, crusty with distorted flesh and dried blood. It always seemed to be bleeding a little. I caused it, I said, but I dont understand how I did it. I fixed a couple of obvious problems, but the growth keeps coming back.
How are you otherwise?
Well, I think. And once Ooan shows me how to take care of this growth, Ill remember.
I think my scent was beginning to bother. She stepped away, but looked at me as though she wanted to touch me. How can I help you? she asked.
Make a pack for me.
She looked surprised. What shall I put in it?
I hesitated, afraid my answer would hurt her. But I wanted the pack, and only she could put it together as I wished. I may not live here again, I said.
She blinked, looked at me with the pain I had hoped not to see.
I want Human things, I said. Small Human things that you and Tino would leave behind. And I want yams from your gardenand cassava and fruit and seed. Samples of all the seed or whatever is needed to grow your plants.
Nikanj could give you cell samples.
I know
. But will you?
Yes.
I hesitated again. I would have to leave Lo anyway, you know. Even without this exile, I couldnt mate here where Im related to almost everyone.
I know. But it will be a while before you mate. And if you were leaving to do that, wed see you again. If you have to go to the ship
we may not.
I belong to this world, I said. I intend to stay. But even so, I want something of yours and Tinos.
All right.
We looked at one another as though we were already saying goodbyeas though only I were leaving. I did leave her then, to take a final walk around Lo to say goodbye to the people I had spent my life with. Lo was more than a town. It was a family group. All the Oankali males and females were related in some way. All constructs were related except the few males who drifted in from other towns. All the ooloi had become part of Lo when they mated here. And any Human who stayed long in a relationship with an Oankali family was related more closely than most Humans realized.
It was hard to say goodbye to such people, to know that I might not see them again.
It was hard not to dare to touch them, not to allow them to touch me. But I would certainly do to some of them what I kept doing to Lochange them, damage them as I kept changing and damaging myself. And because I was ooloi and construct, theoretically I could survive more damage than they could. I was to let Nikanj know if I touched anyone.
Everywhere I went, ooloi watched me with a terrible mixture of suspicion and hope, fear and need. If I didnt learn control, how long would it be before they could have same-sex children? I could hurt them more than anyone else they knew. The sharp, attentive cones of their head tentacles followed me everywhere and weighed on me like logs. If there were anything I would be glad to be away from, it was their intense, sustained attention.
I went to our neighbor Tehkorahs, an ooloi whose Human mates were especially close to my Human parents. Do you think I should go into exile on the ship? I asked it.
Yes. Its voice was softer than most soft ooloi voices. It preferred not to speak aloud at all. But signs were sterile without touch to supplement them, and even Tehkorahs would not touch me. That hurt because it was ooloi and safe from anything I was likely to do. Yes, it repeated uncharacteristically.
Why! You know me. I wont touch people. And Ill learn control.
If you can.
yes.
There are resisters in the forest. If youre out there long enough, theyll find you.
Most of them have emigrated.
Many. Not most.
I wont touch them.
Of course you will.
I opened my mouth, then closed it in the face of Tehkorahss certainty. There was no reserve in it, no concealment. It was speaking what it believed was the truth.
After a time, it said, How hungry are you?
I didnt answer It wasnt asking me how badly I wanted food, but when Id last been touched. Just before I would have walked away, it held out all four arms. I hesitated, then stepped into its embrace.
It was not afraid of me. It was a forest fire of curiosity, longing, and fear, and I stood comforted and reassured while it examined me with every sensory tentacle that could reach me and both sensory arms.
We fed each other. My hunger was to be touched and its was to know everything firsthand and understand it all. Observing it, I understood that it was looking mainly for reassurance of its own. It wanted to see from an understanding of my body that I would gain control. It wanted me to be a clear success so that it would know it would be allowed to have its own same-sex children. Soon.
When it let me go, it was still uncomprehending. You were very hungry, it said. And that after only a day or two of being avoided. It knotted its head and body tentacles hard against its flesh. You know something of what we can do, we ooloi, but I think you had no idea how much we need contact with other people. And you seem to need it more than we do. Spend more time with your paired sibling or you could become dangerous.
I dont want to hurt Aaor.
Nikanj will heal it until you learn to. If you learn to.
I still dont want to hurt it.
I dont think you can do it much harm. Not being able to go to anyone for comfort, though, can make you like the lightningmindless and perhaps deadly.
I looked at it, my own head tentacles swept forward, focused. What did you learn when you examined me? You werent satisfied. Does that mean you think I cant learn control?
I dont know whether you can or not. I couldnt tell. Nikanj says you can, but that it will be hard. I dont know what it sees to draw that conclusion. Perhaps it only sees its first same-sex child.
Do you still think I should go to the ship?
Yes. For your sake. For everyones. It rubbed its right hand, and I saw that it had developed a duplicate of my crusty, running tumor.
Im sorry, I said. Do you know what I did wrong to cause that?
A combination of things. I dont understand all of them yet. You should take this to Nikanj, now.
Will you be all right?
Yes.
I looked at it, missing it alreadya smaller than average pale gray ooloi from the Jah kin group. It uncoiled one sensory arm and touched a sensory spot on my face. It could see the spotsas I could now. Their texture was slightly rougher than the skin around them. Tehkorahs made the contact a sharp, sweet shock of pleasure that washed over me like a sudden, cool rain. It ebbed slowly away. A goodbye.
6
It was raining when we left. Pouring. A brief waterfall from the sky. Lilith said rains like this happened to remind us that we lived in a rain forest. She had been born in a desert place called Los Angeles. She loved sudden, drenching rains.
There were eleven of us. My five parents, Aaor and me, Oni and Hozh, Ayodele and Yedik. These last four were my youngest siblings. They could have been left behind with some of our adult siblings, but they didnt want to stay. I didnt blame them. I wouldnt have wanted to part with our parents at that premetamorphosal state either. Even now, between metamorphoses, I needed them. And the family would have felt wrong without the younger siblings. My parents had only one pair per decade now. Ordinarily they would already have begun the next pair. But during the months of my metamorphosis, they had decided to wait until they could return to Lowith or without me.
We headed first toward Liliths garden to gather a few more fresh fruits and vegetables. I think she and Tino just wanted to see it again.
Its time to rest this land anyway, Lilith said as we walked. She changed the location of her garden every few years, and let the forest reclaim the land. With these changes and with her habit of using fertilizer and river mud, she had used and reused the land beyond Lo for a century. She abandoned her gardens only when Lo grew too close to them.
But this garden had been destroyed.
It had not simply been raided. Raids happened occasionally. Resisters were afraid to raid Oankali townsafraid the Oankali would begin to see them as real threats and transfer them permanently to the ship. But Liliths gardens were clearly not Oankali. Resisters knew this and seemed to feel free to steal fruit or whole plants from them. Lilith never seemed to mind. She knew resisters thought of herof any mated Humanas a traitor to Humanity, but she never seemed to hold it against them.
This time almost everything that had not been stolen had been destroyed. Melons had been stomped or smashed against the ground and trees. The line of papaya trees in the center of the garden had been broken down. Beans, peas, corn, yams, cassava, and pineapple plants had been uprooted and trampled. Nearby nut, fig, and breadfruit trees that were nearly a century old had been hacked and burned, though the fire had not destroyed most of them. Banana trees had been hacked down.
Shit! Lilith whispered. She stared at the destruction for a moment, then
turned away and went to the edge of the garden clearing. There, she stood with her back to us, her body very straight. I thought Nikanj would go to her, offer comfort. Instead, it began gathering and trimming the least damaged cassava stalks. These could be replanted. Ahajas found an undamaged stalk of ripening bananas and Dichaan found and unearthed several yams, though the aboveground portions of the plants had been broken and scattered. Oankali and constructs could find edible roots and tubers easily by sitting on the ground and burrowing into it with the sensory tentacles of their legs. These short body tentacles could extend to several times their resting length.
It was Tino who went to Lilith. He walked around her, stood in front of her, and said, What the hell? You know youll have other gardens.
She nodded.
His voice softened. I think we met in this one. Remember?
She nodded again, and some of the rigidity went out of her posture. How many kids ago was that? she asked softly. The humor in her voice surprised me.
More than I ever expected to have, he said. Perhaps not enough, though.
And she laughed. She touched his hair, which he wore long and bound with a twist of grass into a long tail down his back. He touched hersa soft black cloud around her face. They could touch each others hair without difficulty because hair was essentially dead tissue. I had seen them touch that way before. It was the only way left to them.
As much as Ive loved my gardens, she said, I never raised them just for myself or for us. I wanted the resisters to take what they needed.
Tino looked away, found himself staring at the downed papaya trees, and turned his head again. He had been a resisterhad spent much of his life among people who believed that Humans who mated with Oankali were traitors, and that anything that could be done to harm them was good. He had left his people because he wanted children. The Mars colony did not exist then. Humans either came to the Oankali or lived childless lives. Lilith had told me once that Tino did not truly let go of his resister beliefs until the Mars colony was begun and his people could escape the Oankali. She had never been a resister. She had been placed with Nikanj when it was about my age. She did not understand at the time what that meant, and no one told her. Nikanj said she did not stop trying to break away until one of my brothers convinced the people to allow resisting Humans to settle on Mars.
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