The Mother had twenty-three grandchildren, he continued. Fifteen survived. Among these were several who were deformed or who grew deformed. They were fertile, and not all of their children had the deformities. The deformed ones could not be spared. Sometimes smooth children with only a few dark spots on their skin had deformed young. One of our elders said this was a disorder that had been known before the war. He had known a woman who had it and who looked much the way I did before Jodahs healed me.
Everyone turned at once and focused on me.
Ask me when his story is finished, I said. I dont know a name for the disease anyway. I can only describe it.
Describe it, Lilith said.
I looked at her and understood that she was asking me for more than a description of the disorder. Her face was set and grim, as it had been since Jesusa promised to stay with me through metamorphosis. She wanted to know what reason there might be apart from her love for me for not telling the Humans how bound to me they were becoming. She wanted to know why she should betray her own kind with silence.
It was a genetic disorder, I said. It affected their skin, their bones, their muscles, and their nervous systems. It made tumorslarge ones on TomÁss face and upper body. His optic nerve was affected. The bones of his neck and one arm were affected. His hearing was affected. Jesusa was covered head to foot in small very visible tumors. They didnt impair her ability to move or to use her senses.
I was very lucky, Jesusa said quietly. I looked ugly, but people didnt care, because I could have children. I didnt suffer the way TomÁs did.
TomÁs looked at her. The look said more than even a shout of protest could have. You suffered, he said. And if not for Jodahs, you would have made yourself go back and suffer more. For the rest of your life.
She stared at the floor, then into the fire. There was no shyness in the gesture. She simply did not agree with him. The corners of her mouth turned slightly downward. As her brother began speaking again, I took her hand. She jumped, looked at me as though I were a stranger. Then she took my hand between her own and held it. I didnt think she had noticed that across the room from us Tino was holding one of Nikanjs sensory arms in exactly the same way.
Sometimes, TomÁs was saying, people have only brown spots and no tumors. Sometimes they have both. And sometimes their minds are affected. Sometimes there are other troubles and they die. Children die. He let his voice vanish away.
No more! Lilith said. That misery will soon be over for them.
TomÁs turned to face her. You must know they wont thank me or Jesusa for that. Theyll hate us as traitors.
I know.
Was it that way for you?
Lilith looked downward for a moment, moving only her eyes. Has Jodahs told you about the Mars colony?
Yes.
It didnt exist as an alternative for me.
My people may not see it as an alternative either.
If theyre wise, they will. She looked at Nikanj. Their disorder does sound like something that was around before the war, if it matters. In the United States, people called it neurofibromatosis. I dont know the Spanish name for it. It could have occurred as a mutation in one or more of the Mothers children if no one had it until the third generation. I remember reading about a couple of especially horrible prewar cases. Sometimes the tumors became malignant. That would be a special attraction to Jodahs, I think. Ooloi can see great unused potential in that kind of thing.
See it and smell it and taste it, Aaor said.
Everyone focused on it.
I can change to look the way Jodahs does, it said. There must be two more or at least one more sick Human among the Mothers people who would join me.
Silence. Jesusa and TomÁs looked startled.
You dont understand how strongly were taught against you, TomÁs said. And most of us believe. Jesusa and I came down to the lowlands to see a little of the world before she began to have child after child, and before I became too crippled. No one else we know of had done such a thing. I dont think anyone else would.
If I could reach them, Aaor said, I could convince them.
I could see the hunger in it, the desperation. Ayodele and Yedik moved to sit on either side of it and ease its discomfort as best they could. They seemed to do this automatically, as though they had finally adapted to having ooloi siblings.
But Aaor was not comforted. Im one more mistake! it said. One more ooloi who shouldnt exist. Theres no other place on Earth for me to find mates. And if their people are collected and given the choice of Mars, union with us, or sterility where they are, Ill never get near them! Even the ones who choose union with us will be directed to other mates. Mates who are not accidents.
None of them will accept union, Jesusa said. I know them. I know what they believe.
But you dont know us well enough yet, Aaor said. Did you know what you would do
before Jodahs reached you?
I know I wont lead you or anyone else to my people, she told it. If your people can find mine without us as Jodahs said, we cant stop you. But nothing you can say would make us help you.
You dont understand! it said, leaning toward her.
I know that, she admitted, and Im sorry.
They said more as I drifted into sleep, but they found no common ground. Throughout the argument, Jesusa never let go of my hand. When Nikanj saw that I had fallen asleep, it said I should be taken to the small room that had been set aside for Aaors metamorphosis.
There are too many distractions for it out here, it told Jesusa and TomÁs. Too much stimulation. It should be isolated and allowed to focus inward on the changes its body must make.
Does it have to be isolated from us? TomÁs asked.
Of course not. The room is large enough for three, and Jodahs will always need the companionship of at least one person. If you both have to leave it for a while, tell Aaor or tell me. The room is over there. It pointed with a strength hand.
TomÁs lifted my unconscious body, Jesusa helping him with me now that I was deadweight. I have a clear, treasured memory of the two of them carrying me into the small room. They did not know then that my memory went on recording everything my senses perceived even when I was unconscious. Yet they handled me with great gentleness and care, as they had from the beginning of my change. They did not know that this was exactly what Oankali mates did at these times. And they did not see Aaor watching them with a hunger that was so intense that its face was distorted and its head and body tentacles elongated toward us.
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During my metamorphosis, Aaor lost its coat of gray fur. Its skin turned the same soft, bright brown as Jesusas, TomÁss and my own. It grew long, black Human-looking hair and began to wear it as Tino wore hisbound with a twist of grass into a long tail down his back. I wore mine loose.
Apart from that, Jesusa told me during one of my waking times, the two of you could be twins.
Yet she avoided Aaoras did TomÁs. It smelled more like me than anyone else alive. But it did not smell exactly like me. Their Human noses had no trouble perceiving the difference. They didnt know that was what they were perceiving, but they avoided Aaor.
And it did not want to be avoided.
I found its loneliness and need agonizing when it touched me. It awoke me several times as I lay changing. It didnt mean to, but my body perceived it as an unhealed wound, and I could not rest until I had erased its pain and given
not healing, but momentary relief. What I gave was inadequate and short-lived, but Aaor came back for it again and again.
Once, lying linked with me, it asked if I could give it one of the young Humans.
I hurt it. I didnt mean to, but what it said provoked reaction before I could control myself. Direct neural stimulation. Pure pain. A
s pure as any sensation can be. I did manage not to loop the pain between us and keep it going. Yet afterward, Aaor needed more healing. I kept it with me to give it comfort and ease its loneliness. It stayed until I fell asleep.
I never gave Aaor a verbal answer to its question. It never repeated the question. It seemed to realize that I could no longer separate myself deliberately from TomÁs and Jesusa. They could still leave me, but they wouldnt. Jesusa took the promises she gave very seriously. She would not try to leave until I was on my feet again. And TomÁs would not leave without her. By the time they were prepared to go, it would be too late.
My only fear was that someone in the family would tell them. My mother believed she should, but she had not, so far. She loved me, and yet, until now, she had been able to do nothing to help me. She had not been able to make herself destroy the only chance I was likely to get of having the mates I needed.
Yet she was weighted with guilt. One more betrayal of her own Human kind for people who were not Human, or not altogether Human. She spoke to Jesusa as a much older sisteror as a same-sex parent. She advised her.
Listen to Jodahs, I heard her say on one occasion. Listen carefully. It will tell you what it wants you to know. It wont lie to you. But it will withhold information. Once youve heard what it has to say, get away from it. Get out of the house. Go to the river or a short way into the forest. Do your thinking there about what its told you, and decide what questions you still need answers to. Then come home and ask.
Home? Jesusa whispered so softly I almost failed to hear. They were outside the house, replacing the roof thatch. They were not near my room, but my mother probably knew I could hear them.
You live here, my mother said. That makes this home. It isnt a permanent home for any of us. She was good at evasion and withholding information herself.
Would you go to Mars if you could? Jesusa asked.
Leave my family?
If you were as I am. If you had no family.
My mother did not answer for a long time. She sighed finally. I dont know how to answer that. Im content with these people. More than content. I lost my husband and my son before the war. They died in an accident. When the war came, I lost everything else. We all did, we elders, as you call us. I couldnt give up and die, but I expected almost nothing. Food and shelter, maybe. An absence of pain. Nikanj said it knew I needed children, so it took seed from the man I had then and made me pregnant. I didnt think I would ever forgive it for that.
But
you have forgiven it?
Ive understood it. Ive accepted it. I wouldnt have believed I could do that much. Back when I met my first mature ooloi, Nikanjs parent Kahguyaht, I found it alien, arrogant, and terrifying. I hated it. I thought I hated all ooloi.
She paused. Now I feel as though Ive loved Nikanj all my life. Ooloi are dangerously easy to love. They absorb us, and we dont mind.
Yes, Jesusa agreed, and I smiled. Im afraid, though, because I dont understand them. Ill go to Mars if I dont stay with Jodahs. I can understand settling a new place. I know what to expect from a Human husband.
Look at my family, Jesusaand realize youre only seeing six of our children. This is what you can expect if you mate with Jodahs. Theres closeness here that I didnt have with the family I was born into or with my husband and son.
But you have Oankali mates other than Nikanj.
You will, too, eventually. With Jodahs, I mean. And your children will look much like mine. And half of them will be born to an Oankali female, but will inherit from all five of you.
After a time, Jesusa said, Ahajas and Dichaan arent so bad. They seem
very gentle.
Good mates. I was with Nikanj before they werelike you with Jodahs. Thats best, I think. An ooloi is probably the strangest thing any Human will come into contact with. We need time alone with it to realize its probably also the best thing.
Where would we live?
You and your new family? In one of our towns. I think any one of them would eventually welcome the three of you. Youd be something brand-newthe center of a lot of attention. Oankali and constructs love new things.
Jodahs says it had to go into exile because it was a new thing.
Is that what it said, really?
Silence. What was Jesusa doing? Searching her memory for exactly what I had said? It said it was the first of its kind, she said finally. The first construct ooloi.
Yes.
It said there werent supposed to be any construct ooloi yet, so the people didnt trust it. They were afraid it would not be able to control itself as an ooloi must. They were afraid it would hurt people.
It did hurt some people, Jesusa. But its never hurt Humans. And its never hurt anyone when its had Humans with it.
It told me that.
Good. Because if it hadnt, I would have. It needs you more than Nikanj ever needed me.
You want me to stay with it.
Very much.
Im afraid. This is all so different
. How did you ever
? I mean
with Nikanj
. How did you decide?
My mother said nothing at all.
You didnt have a choice, did you?
I did, oh, yes. I chose to live.
Thats no choice. Thats just going on, letting yourself be carried along by whatever happens.
You dont know what youre talking about, my mother said.
After that, there was no talk for a while. My mother had not shouted those last words, as some Humans would have. She had almost whispered them. Yet they carried such feeling, they would have silenced me, tooand I did know much of what my birth mother had survived. And it was so much more than she had said that Jesusa would not have wanted to hear it. Yet, in a way, in my mothers voice she had heard it. It was not until I had almost drifted off to sleep that they spoke again. Jesusa began.
Its flattering to think that Jodahs needs us. It seems so powerful, so able to endure anything. At first I couldnt understand why it even wanted us. I was suspicious.
It can endure a great deal of physical suffering. And it will have to if you leave it.
There are other Humans for it to mate with.
No, there arent. Theres Mars now. Resisters choose to go there. Ordinary resisters are too old for Jodahs anyway. As for the few young Humans born on the ship, theyre rare and spoken for.
So
what will happen to Jodahs if we leave?
I dont know. Just as I dont know whats going to happen to Aaor, period. Its Aaor that Im most worried about now.
It asked me if I would tell it where my people weretell it alone so that it could go to them and try to persuade two of them to mate with it.
What was your answer?
That they would kill it. They would kill it as soon as they realized what it was.
And?
It said it didnt care. It said Jodahs had us, but it was starving.
Did you tell it what it wanted to know?
I couldnt. Even if I didnt know how my people would greet it, I couldnt betray them that way. Theyll already think of me as a traitor when the Oankali come for them.
I know. Aaor knows, too, really. But its desperate.
TomÁs says it asked him, too.
Thats unusual. Has it asked you more than once?
Three times.
That goes beyond unusual. Ill talk to Nikanj about it.
I dont mean to make trouble for it. I wish I could help it.
Its already in trouble. And right now, Nikanj is probably the only one who can help it.
I stopped fighting sleep and let myself drift off. I would talk to Aaor when I awoke again
. It was starving. I didnt know what I could do about that, but there must be something.
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But I had no chance to talk to Aaor before my second metamorphosis ended. It left home as I had. It wandered, perhaps looking for some sign of Jesusa and TomÁss people.
It found only aged, hostile, infertile resisters who had nothing to offer it except bullets and arrows.
It changed radically: grew fur again, lost it, developed scales, lost them, developed something very like tree bark, lost that, then changed completely, lost its limbs, and went into a tributary of our river.
When it realized it could not force itself back to a Human or Oankali form, could not even become a creature of the land again, it swam home. It swam in the river near our cabin for three days before anyone realized what it was. Even its scent had changed.
I was awake, but not yet strong enough to get up. My sensory arms were fully developed, but I had not yet used them. By the time Oni and Hozh found Aaor in the river, I was just learning to coordinate them as lifting and handling limbs.
Hozh showed me what Aaor had becomea kind of near mollusk, something that had no bones left. Its sensory tentacles were intact, but it no longer had eyes or other Human sensory organs. Its skin, very smooth, was protected by a coating of slime. It could not speak or breathe air or make any sound at all. It had attracted Hozhs attention by crawling up the bank and forcing part of its body out of the water. Very difficult. Painful. Its altered flesh was very sensitive to sunlight.
I would never have recognized it if I hadnt touched it, Hozh told me. It didnt even smell the same. In fact, it hardly smelled at all.
I dont understand that, I said. It isnt an adult yet. How can it change its scent?
Suppressed. It suppressed its scent. I dont think it intended to.
It doesnt sound as though it intended to become what it has in any way. When it can be brought to the house, tell Ooan to bring it to me.
Ooan has taken it back into the water to help it change back. Ooan says it almost lost itself. It was becoming more and more what it appeared to be.
Hozh, are Jesusa and TomÁs around the house?
Theyre at the river. Everyone is.
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