?Construct.?
?Yes. But I don?t know
Are you a man or a woman??
?I?m not an adult yet.?
?No? You appear to be an adult. You appear to be a young woman?too thin, perhaps, but very lovely.?
I wasn?t surprised this time. My body wanted him. My body sought to please him. What would happen to me when I had two or more mates? Would I be like the sky, constantly changing, clouded, clear, clouded, clear? Would I have to be hateful to one partner in order to please the other? Nikanj looked the same all the time and yet all four of my other parents treasured it. How well would my looks please anyone when I had four arms instead of two?
?No male or female could regenerate your leg,? I told JoAo. ?I am ooloi.?
It was as though the air between us became a crystalline wall?transparent, but very hard. I could not reach him through it anymore. He had taken refuge behind it and even if I touched him, I would not reach him.
?You have nothing to fear from us,? I said, meaning he had nothing to fear from me. ?And even though I?m not adult, I can complete your regeneration.?
?Thank you,? he said from behind his cold new shield. ?I?m very grateful.? He was not. He did not believe me.
My head and body tentacles drew themselves into tight prestrike coils, and I moved back from JoAo. It would have been easier if he had leaped away from me the way Marina had almost done. Fear was easier to deal with than this
this cold rejection?this revulsion.
?Why do you hate me?? I whispered. ?You would have died without an ooloi to save your life. Why do you hate me for saving your life??
JoAo?s face underwent several changes. Surprise, regret, shame, anger, renewed hatred and revulsion. ?I did not ask you to save me.?
?Why do you hate me??
?I know what you do?your kind. You take men as though they were women!?
?No! We??
?Yes! Your kind and your Human whores are the cause of all our trouble! You treat all mankind as your woman!?
?Is that how I?ve treated you??
He became sullen. ?I don?t know what you?ve done.?
?Your body tells you what I?ve done.? I sat for a time and looked at him with my eyes. When he looked away, I said, ?That male over there is my Human father. The female is my Human mother. I came from her body. I didn?t heal you so that you could insult these people.?
He only stared at me. But there was doubt in him now. Lilith was putting something into a Lo cloth pot that she had suspended between two trees. She had not yet made a fire beneath it. Tino was some distance away cutting palm branches. We would build a shelter of sapling trees, Lo cloth, and palm branches and hang our hammocks in it. We had not done that for a while.
My Human parents must have looked much like the people of JoAo?s home village. When lone resisters had to live among us, they usually found themselves identifying with the mated Humans around them and choosing an Oankali or a construct ?protector.? They became temporary mates or temporary adopted siblings. Marina had chosen a kind of temporary mate status, staying with me and hardly speaking at all to anyone else except Aaor. That was what I wanted of JoAo, too. But I would have to encourage him more, and at the same time convince him that his manhood was not threatened. I had heard that males often felt this way about ooloi. I would have to talk to Tino. He could help me understand the fear and ease it. Reason would clearly not be enough.
?No one will guard you,? I told JoAo. ?You are not a prisoner. But I have to monitor your leg. If you leave before the regeneration is complete, before I make certain the growth process had stopped, you could wind up with a monstrous tumor. It would eventually kill you. If someone cut it away for you, it would grow again.?
He did not want to believe me, but I had frightened him. I had intended to. All that I?d said was true.
I stood up and pointed. ?Your crutches are there. And my Human mother has left you clean clothing.? I paused. ?Anyone here will give you any help you need if you don?t insult them.?
I wanted to hold my hand out to him, but all of his body language said he would not take it as Marina had. He sat where he was, staring at the place where his leg had been. He made no effort to get up.
I brought him a bowl of fruit and nut porridge and he only sat staring at it. I sat with him and ate mine, but he hardly moved. No, he moved once. When I touched him, he flinched and turned to stare at me. There was nothing in his expression except hatred.
I went away and bathed in the river. Aaor was with JoAo when I got back to camp. They were not talking, but the stiffness had gone out of JoAo?s back. Perhaps he was simply tired.
I saw Aaor push the bowl of porridge toward him. He took the bowl and ate. When Aaor touched him, he did not flinch.
3
JoAo chose Aaor. He accepted help from it and talked to it and caressed its small breasts once he realized that neither it nor anyone else minded this. The breasts did not represent true mammary glands. Aaor would probably lose them when it metamorphosed. Most constructs did, even when they became female. But JoAo liked them. Aaor simply enjoyed the contact.
At night, JoAo endured me. I think his greatest shame was that his body did not find me as repellent as he
