If shes being hurt now, thats enough! Tino said. He was on his feet, staring at Nikanj, his posture all urgency and anger.
Stay here, Nikanj said. It stood up and grasped Tino with all four arms. Protect the children. It shook him once for emphasis, then ran into the forest. Ahajas and Dichaan followed. Oankali were much less likely to be killed even if the shouting Humans made a serious effort.
Our Human parents gathered us together and drew us into thicker forest, where we could see and resisters could not. Lilith and Tino had been modified so that, like us, they could see by infrared lightby heat. For us all, the living forest was full of light.
And the air was full of scents. Humans coming. Not close yet, but coming. Several of them. Eight, nine of them. Males.
Lilith and Tino freed their machetes and backed us farther into the forest.
Do nothing unless they come after us, Lilith said. If they do come, run. If they catch you, kill.
She sounded like Nikanj. But from Nikanj, the words had sounded like cries of pain. From her they were cries of fear. She feared for us. I could not remember ever seeing her afraid for herself. Years before, concealed high in a tree, I watched her fight off three male resisters who wanted to rape her. She hadnt been afraid once she saw that they werent aware of me. She even managed not to hurt them much. They ran away, believing she was a construct.
The resisters who were hunting us now would not run from us, and both Lilith and Tino knew it. They watched as the resisters discovered the camp, tried to tear down the hammocks, tried to burn them. But Lo cloth would not burn, and no normal Human could cut or tear it.
They stole Liliths and Tinos packs, hacked down the smaller trees wed tied our hammocks to, ground exposed food into the dirt, and set fire to the trees. They looked for us in the light of the fire, but they were afraid to venture too far into the forest, afraid to scatter too much yet, afraid to seem to huddle together. Perhaps they knew what would happen to them if they found us. Perhaps destroying our belongings would be enoughthough they did have guns.
They had not gotten the pack Lilith had made for me. While she and Tino were gathering my siblings, I had grabbed my pack and run with it. I meant to help if there was fighting. I wouldnt run with my younger siblings. But I also meant to keep what might be my last bit of Lo. No one would steal it.
The fire spread slowly, and the resisters had to leave our campsite. They went back into the trees the way theyd come. We stayed where we were, knowing that the river was nearby. We would run for that if we had to.
But the fire did not spread far. It singed a few standing trees and consumed the few that had been cut. My Oankali parents came back wounded and already healing, carrying a living burden.
The danger seemed past. We smelled nothing except smoke, heard nothing except the crackling of the dying fire and natural sounds. We went out to meet the three Oankali.
As I stepped into the open, into the firelight, I was in front of my Human parents and my siblings. That was good because as an ooloi, I was theoretically more able to survive gunshot wounds than any of them. Now I would find out whether that was true.
I was shot three times. The first two shots came from slightly different directions at almost the same instant. To me, they were a single blow, slamming into me, spinning me all the way around. The first two shots hit me in the left shoulder and left lower back. The third hit me in the chest as I spun. It knocked me down.
I rolled and came to my feet just in time to see my Oankali parents go after the resisters. The resisters stopped firing abruptly and scattered. I could hear themnine males fleeing in nine directions, knowing that three Oankali could not catch them all.
Nikanj and Dichaan each caught one of them. Ahajas, larger, and apparently unwounded, caught two. Each of those caught had fired their rifles. They smelled of the powder they used to shoot. They also smelled terrified. They were being held by the people they feared most. They struggled desperately. One of them wept and cursed and stank more than the others. This was one of those held by Ahajas.
Silently Nikanj took that one from Ahajas and passed her the one hed caught. The male who had been given to Nikanj began to scream. Blood spilled out of his nose, though no one had touched his face.
Nikanj touched his neck with a sensory tentacle and injected calmness.
The male shouted, No, no, no, no. But the last no was a whimper. He drew a deep breath, choked on his own blood, and coughed several times. After a while, he was quiet and calm. Nikanj let him wipe his nose on the cloth of his shirt at the shoulder. Nikanj touched his neck once more and the male smiled. Nikanj took him to a large tree and made him sit down against it.
Stay there, Nikanj said.
The male looked at it, smiled, and nodded. Even in the leaping fire shadows, he looked peaceful, relaxed.
Run! one of his companions shouted to him.
The male put his head back against the tree and closed his eyes. He wasnt unconscious. He was just too comfortable, too relaxed to worry about anything.
Nikanj went to each prisoner and gave comfort and calmness. When there was no need for anyone to hold them, it came to examine me.
I had sat down against a tree myself, glad for the support it gave. I was having a lot of pain, but I had already expelled the two bullets that hadnt gone all the way through me and I had stopped the bleeding. By the time Nikanj reached me, I was slowly, carefully encouraging my body to repair itself. I had never been injured this badly before, but my body seemed to be handling it. Here was its chance to grow tissue quickly to fulfill need rather than to cause trouble.
Good, Nikanj said. You dont need me right now. It stood back from me. Is anyone else hurt?
No one was except the Human woman my Oankali parents had rescued. I could have used some help with my pain, but Nikanj had perceived that and ignored it. It wanted to see what I could do on my own.
Nikanj went to the bloody, unconscious Human woman and lay down beside her.
The woman had been beaten about the face, and from her scent, two males had recently had sex with her. I was too involved with my own healing to detect anything else.
Aaor came to sit next to me. It did not touch me, but I was glad it was there. My other siblings and Dichaan kept watch for resisters.
Ahajas spoke to one of the captivesthe one who had been so frightened.
Why did you attack us? she asked, sitting down in front of him.
The male stared at her, seemed to examine her very carefully with his eyes. Finally he reached out and touched a sensory tentacle on her arm. Ahajas allowed this. He had not been able to hurt her when she captured him. Now that he was drugged, he was not likely even to try.
After a time, he let the tentacle go as though he did not like it. Humans compared ooloi sensory arms to the appendages of extinct animalselephant trunks. They compared sensory tentacles to large worms or snakeslike the slender, venomous vine snakes of the forest, perhaps, though sensory tentacles could be much more dangerous, more sensitive, and more flexible than vine snakes, and they were not independent at all.
You were coming to raid us, the male said. One of our hunters saw you and warned us.
We would not have attacked you, Ahajas protested. Weve never done such a thing.
Yes. We were warned. A gang of Oankali and half-Oankali coming to take revenge for the garden.
Did you destroy the garden?
Some of us did. Not me. That was true. People drugged the way he was did not bother to lie. It didnt occur to them. We thought your animals shouldnt have real Human food.
Animals
?
Those! He waved a hand toward Lilith and Tino.
Ahajas had known. She had simply wanted to know whether he would say it. He looked with interest at Oni and Ayodele. Since my metamorphosis, they were the most Human-looking members of the family. Children b
orn of Lilith-the-animal.
Aaor and I got up in unison and moved to the other side of the tree we had been leaning against. I was still in pain and I had to watch my healing flesh closely to see that it did not go wrong. It could go very wrong it I kept paying attention to the captive and his offensive nonsense.
8
Sometime later the rescued female made a small, wordless noise, and without thinking, I left Aaor and went over to where she lay on the ground alongside Nikanj. I stood, looking down at them. The female was completely unconscious now, and Nikanj was busy healing her. I almost lay down on her other side, but Lilith called my name, and I stopped. I stood where I was, confused, not knowing why I stood there, but not wanting to leave.
Some of Nikanjs body tentacles lifted toward me. Gradually it detached itself from the female and focused on me. It sat up and extended its sensory tentacles toward me. Let me see what youve done for yourself, it said.
I stepped around the female, who was still unconscious, and let Nikanj examine me.
Good, it said after a moment. Flawless. It was clearly surprised.
Let me touch her, I said.
I havent finished with her. Nikanj smoothed its tentacles flat to its body. Theres work for you to do if you want it.
I did. That was exactly what I wanted. Yet I knew I shouldnt have been allowed to touch her. I hesitated, focusing sharply on Nikanj.
Ill have to check her afterward, it said. Youll find you wont like that. But for the sake of her health, I have to do it. Now go ahead. Help her.
I lay down alongside the female. I dont think I could have refused Nikanjs offer. The pull of the female, injured, alone, and in no way related to me was overwhelming.
I might still be too young to give her pleasure. That disturbed me, but there was nothing I could do about it. When I had something to work with besides sensory tentacles, I could give great pleasure. Now, at least, I could give relief from pain.
The females face, head, breasts, and abdomen were bruised from blows and would be painful if I woke her. I could find no other injuries. Nikanj had not left me anything serious. I went to work on the bruises.
I held the female close to me and sank as many head and body tentacles into her as I could, but I couldnt get over the feeling that I was somehow not close enough to her, not linked deeply enough into her nervous system, that there was something missing.
Of course there wasand there would be until my second metamorphosis. I understood the feeling, but I couldnt make it go away. I had to be especially careful not to hold her too tightly, not to interfere with her breathing.
The beauty of her flesh was my reward. A foreign Human as incredibly complex as any Human, as full of the Human Conflictdangerous and frightening and intriguingas any Human. She was like the firedesirable and dangerous, beautiful and lethal. Humans never understood why Oankali found them so interesting.
I took my time finishing with the woman. No one hurried me. It was a real effort for me to move aside and let Nikanj check her. I didnt want it to touch her. I didnt want to share her with it. I had never felt that way before.
I stood with my arms tightly folded and my attention on the now silent male prisoners. I think Nikanj worked quickly for my sake. After a very short time, it stood up and said, I think shes inspired you to get control of your abilities. Stay with her until she wakes. Dont call me unless she seems likely to hurt herself or to run away.
Was she working with them? I asked, gesturing with head tentacles toward the males.
She was a captive of their friends. I dont think she knew what was going to happen to her. It hesitated. Theyve learned that false screams wont lure us away. Her first screams sounded false because she wasnt frightened yet. Probably they told her to scream. Then they began to beat her.
The female moaned. Nikanj turned and went to help Lilith and Tino, who had begun to pull undamaged Lo cloth hammocks and pieces of clothing from the ashes. The fire had not gone completely out, but it was burning down rather than spreading. We didnt seem to be in any danger. I went over and borrowed one of Tinos salvaged shirts. He rarely wore them himself, but now, for a while, they would conceal some of my new body tentacles. The more familiar I seemed to the female, the less likely she would be to panic. I was gray-brown now. She would know I was a construct. But not such a startling construct.
She awoke, sat up abruptly, looked around in near panic.
Youre safe, I said to her. Youre not hurt and no one here will hurt you.
She drew back from me, scrambled away, then froze when she saw my parents and siblings.
Youre safe, I repeated. The people who hurt you are not here.
That seemed to catch her attention. After all, Humans had injured her, not Oankali. She looked around more carefully, jumped when she saw the Human males sitting nearby.
They cant hurt you, I said. Even if theyve hurt you before, they cant now.
She stared at me, watched my mouth as I spoke.
Whats your name? I asked.
She didnt answer.
I sighed, watched her for a while without speaking. She understood me. It was as though it had suddenly occurred to her to pretend not to understand. I had spoken to her in English and her responses had shown me she understood. She had very black hair that reminded me of Tinos. But hers was loose and uncombed, hanging lank around her narrow, angular brown face. She had not gotten enough to eat for many days. Her body had told me that clearly. But for most of her life, she had been comfortably well nourished. Her body was small, quick, harder muscled than most Human female bodies. Not only had it done hard work, it was probably comfortable doing hard work. It liked to move quickly and eat frequently. It was hungry now.
I went to the tree I had leaned against while I was healing. Id left my pack there. I found it and brought it back to where the female sat on her knees, watching me. From it I gave her two bananas and a handful of shelled nuts. She didnt even make a pretense of not wanting them.
I watched her eat and wondered what it would be like to be in contact with her while she ate. How did the food taste and feel to her?
Why are you staring at me? she demanded. Fast, choppy English like the firing of guns.
My name is Jodahs, I offered. Whats yours?
Marina Rivas. I want to go to Mars.
I looked away from her, suddenly weary. One more small, thin-boned female to be sacrificed to Human stubbornness. I recalled from examining her that she had never had a child. That was good because her narrow hips were not suitable to bearing children. If her fertility were restored and nothing else changed, she would surely die trying to give birth to her first child. She could be changed, redesigned. I wouldnt trust myself to do such substantial work, but she must have it done.
Were you on your way to Lo? I asked.
Yes. The ships leave from there, dont they?
Yes.
Youre from there?
Yes.
Can I go back with you?
Well see that you get there. Did your people beat you because you wanted to go to Mars? Such things had happened. Some resisters killed their deserters, as they called those who wanted to emigrate.
Do they look like my people! the female demanded harshly. I was on my way to Lo. When I passed their village, they took me from my canoe and raped me and called me stupid names and made me stay in their pigsty village. The men kept me shut up in an animal pen and they raped me. The women spat on me and put dirt or shit in my food because the men raped me.
There was so much hatred and anger in her face and voice that I drew back. I know Humans do such things, I said. I understand the biological reasons why they do them, but
Ive never seen them done.
Good. Why should you? Do you have anything else to eat?
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nbsp; I gave her what I had. She needed it.
Where did you live before the war? I asked. She was brown and narrow-eyed and her English was accented in a way I had not heard before. I had siblings who looked a little like herchildren of Liliths first postwar mate who had come from China. He had been killed by people like the resisters who had shot me.
Aaor came up and stood close so that it could link with me. It was intensely curious about the female. The female stared at it with equal curiosity, but spoke to me.
Im from Manila. Her voice had gone harsh again, as though the words hurt her. What can that mean to you?
The Philippines? I asked.
She looked surprised. What do you know about my country?
I thought for a moment, remembering. That it was made up of islands, warm and greensome of them like this, I think. I gestured toward the forest. That it could have fed everyone easily, but didnt because some Humans took more than they needed. That it took no part in the last war, but it died anyway.
Everything died, the female said bitterly. But how do you know even that much? Have you known another Filipina?
No, but a few people from the Philippines have come through Lo. Some of my adult siblings told me about them.
Do you know any names?
No.
She sighed. Maybe Ill see them on Mars. Who is this? She looked at Aaor.
My closest sibling, Aaor.
She stared at us both and shook her head. I could almost stay, she said. It doesnt seem as bad as it once didthe Oankali, the idea of
different children.
You should stay, I told her. Mars may not be green during your lifetime. You wont be able to go outside the shelters unprotected. Mars is cold and dry.
Mars is Human. Now.
I said nothing.
Im tired, she said after a while. Does anyone care if I sleep?
I cleared some ground for her and spread a piece of Lo cloth on it.
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