seemed to point. 'My family lives there,' he said.
She stood still, now truly frightened.
'No one will touch you without your consent,' he said. 'And I'll stay with you for as long as you like.'
She was comforted by his words and ashamed of needing comfort. How had she become so dependent on him? She shook her head. The answer was obvious. He wanted her dependent. That was the reason for her continued isolation from her own kind. She was to be dependent on an Oankali- dependent and trusting. To hell with that!
'Tell me what you want of me,' she demanded abruptly, 'and what you want of my people.'
His tentacles swung to examine her. 'I've told you a great deal.'
'Tell me the price, Jdahya. What do you want? What will your people take from us in return for having saved us?'
All his tentacles seemed to hang limp, giving him an almost comical droop. Lilith found no humor in it. 'You'll live,' he said. 'Your people will live. You'll have your world again. We already have much of what we want of you. Your cancer in particular.'
'What?'
'The ooloi are intensely interested in it. It suggests abilities we have never been able to trade for successfully before.'
'Abilities? From cancer?'
'Yes. The ooloi see great potential in it. So the trade has already been useful.'
'You're welcome to it. But before when I asked, you said you trade.. . yourselves.'
'Yes. We trade the essence of ourselves. Our genetic material for yours.'
Lilith frowned, then shook her head. 'How? I mean, you couldn't be talking about interbreeding.'
'Of course not.' His tentacles smoothed. 'We do what you would call genetic engineering. We know you had begun to do it yourselves a little, but it's foreign to you. We do it naturally. We must do it. It renews us, enables us to survive as an evolving species instead of specializing ourselves into extinction or stagnation.'
'We all do it naturally to some degree,' she said warily. 'Sexual reproduction-'
'The ooloi do it for us. They have special organs for it. They can do it for you too-make sure of a good, viable gene mix. It is part of our reproduction, but it's much more deliberate than what any mated pair of humans have managed so far.
'We're not hierarchical, you see. We never were. But we are powerfully acquisitive. We acquire new life-seek it, investigate it, manipulate it, sort it, use it. We carry the drive to do this in a minuscule cell within a cell-a tiny organelle within every cell of our bodies. Do you understand me?'
'I understand your words. Your meaning, though.. . it's as alien to me as you are.'
'That's the way we perceived your hierarchical drives at first.' He paused. 'One of the meanings of Oankali is gene trader. Another is that organelle-the essence of ourselves, the origin of ourselves. Because of that organelle, the ooloi can perceive DNA and manipulate it precisely.'
'And they do this. . . inside their bodies?'
'Yes.'
'And now they're doing something with cancer cells inside their bodies?'
'Experimenting, yes.'
'That sounds. . . a long way from safe.'
'They're like children now, talking and talking about possibilities.'
'What possibilities?'
'Regeneration of lost limbs. Controlled malleability. Future Oankali may be much less frightening to potential trade partners if they're able to reshape themselves and look more like the partners before the trade. Even increased longevity, though compared to what you're used to, we're very long-lived now.'
'All that from cancer.'
'Perhaps. We listen to the ooloi when they stop talking so much. That's when we find out what our next generations will be like.'
'You leave all that to them? They decide?'
'They show us the tested possibilities. We all decide.'
He tried to lead her into his family's woods, but she held back. 'There's something I need to understand now,' she said. 'You call it a trade. You've taken something you value from us and you're giving us back our world. Is that it? Do you have all you want from us?'
'You know it isn't,' he said softly. 'You've guessed that much.'
She waited, staring at him.
'Your people will change. Your young will be more like us and ours more like you. Your hierarchical tendencies will be modified and if we learn to regenerate limbs and reshape our bodies, we'll share those abilities with you. That's part of the trade. We're overdue for it.'
'It is crossbreeding, then, no matter what you call it.'
'It's what I said it was. A trade. The ooloi will make changes in your reproductive cells before conception and
