scaly face had to look more Human. I didn?t have time to change the rest of me. I could look as though I were wearing unusual clothing, perhaps. In fact, I didn?t wear clothing at all on these trips. It just got in the way.
The Humans kept to cover and circled around, watching me. They wanted to be behind me. I decided to play dead if they shot me. Best to lure them close and disarm them as quickly as possible.
Perhaps they would not shoot me. I used a stick to uncover one of the tubers and roll it out of the coals. It was too hot to eat, but I brushed it off and broke it open. It was well cooked, steaming hot, spicy, and sweet. It had not existed before the Humans had their war. Lilith said it was one of the few good-tasting mutations she had eaten. She called it an applesauce fruit. Apples were an extinct fruit that she had especially liked. She didn?t like the taste of the tubers raw, but sometimes when she had baked one she went away by herself to eat it and remember a different time.
One of the Humans made a small noise behind me?a moan.
I ran a hand over my face. The hand was more clawlike than I would have preferred, but the face was clear and soft now. If it wasn?t beautiful, it was, at least, not terrifying.
?Come join me,? I said loudly. It felt unnatural to talk aloud. I hadn?t spoken at all for about thirty days. ?There?s more food. You?re welcome to it.? I repeated the words in Spanish, Portuguese, and Swahili. Those, together with French and English, were the most widely known languages. Most people were fluent in at least one of them. Most survivors were from Africa, Australia, and South America.
The two Humans did not answer me. They did not move, but their heartbeats speeded up. They had heard me and they probably understood that I was talking to them. When had their heartbeats increased? I focused on my memories for a moment. My speaking at all had startled them, but my Spanish had excited them more. My other languages had provoked no further reaction. Spanish, then. I repeated my invitation in Spanish.
They did not come. I thought they understood, but they did not answer, and they remained hidden.
I took the rest of the tubers from the coals and put them on a platter of large leaves.
?They?re yours if you would like them,? I said. I cleared a place well away from the food and lay down to rest. I had not slept in two days. Humans liked regular periods of sleep? preferably at night. Oankali slept when they needed rest. I needed rest now, but I would not sleep until the Humans made some decision?either to go away or to come satisfy their hunger and their curiosity. But I could be still in the Oankali way. I could lie awake using the least possible energy, and as Lilith and Tino said, looking dead. I could do this very comfortably for much longer than most Humans would willingly sit and watch.
The male left cover first. I watched him with a few of my sensory tentacles. All his body language told me he meant to grab the food and run with it. I was prepared to let him do that until I got a good look at him.
He was diseased. His face was half obscured by a large growth. He wore no shirt and I could see that his back and chest were covered with tumorous growths, large and small. One of his eyes was completely covered. The other seemed endangered. If the facial tumor continued to grow, he would soon be unable to see.
I couldn?t let him go. I don?t think any ooloi could have let him go. No living being should be left to wander without care in his condition.
I waited until his attention was totally focused on the food. At first he kept flickering back and forth between the food and me. Finally, though, the food was in reach. He put out his hands to take it.
I had him before he realized I was up. At once, I turned him to face the female, whom I could see now. She was aiming a rifle at me. Let her aim it at him.
He struggled, first wildly, then with calculation, meaning to hurt me and get free. I held him still and investigated him quickly.
He had a genetic disorder. Its effects were worsening slowly. As I had suspected, he would be blind if it were allowed to continue. The disorder had deformed even the bones of his face. He was deaf in one ear. Eventually he would be deaf in the other. His spine was becoming involved. Already he could not turn his head freely. One shoulder was completely covered with fleshy growths. The arm was still useful, but it wouldn?t be for long. And there was something else wrong. Something I didn?t understand. This man was already dying. He was using up his life the way mice did, swallowing it in a few quick gulps, then dying. The disorder threatened to invade his brain and spine. But even without continued tumor growth, he would die in just a few decades. He was genetically programmed to use himself up obscenely quickly.
How could he have such a disorder? An ooloi had examined him before he was set free. Ooloi had examined every Human, correcting defects, slowing aging, strengthening resistance to disease. But perhaps the ooloi had only controlled the disorder?imperfectly?and not tried to correct it. Ooloi had done that with some genetic disorders. Such disorders were complicated and best corrected by mates. Resisters had been altered so that they could not have children without ooloi mates, and thus could not pass their disorder on. Controlling it should have been enough.
I spoke into the male?s one good ear as I held him. ?You?ll be completely blind soon. After that you?ll go deaf. Eventually you won?t be able to use your right arm?and that?s the arm you prefer to use. That?s not all. That?s not even the worst. Do you understand me??
He had stopped struggling. Now he rocked back, trying to get a look at me in spite of his uncooperative neck.
?I can help you,? I said. ?I will help you if you let me. And if your friend doesn?t shoot me.? I would help him whether the female shot me or not, but I wanted to avoid being shot if I could. Bullet wounds hurt more than I wanted to think about, and I still wasn?t very good at controlling my own pain.
The man was feeling calmer now. I did not dare drug him much. I could please him a little, relax him a little, but I could not put him to sleep. If he lost consciousness in my arms, the female would surely misunderstand, and shoot me.
?I can help,? I repeated. ?All I ask in return is that you not try to kill me.?
?Why should you do anything?? he demanded. ?Just let me go!?
I shifted to a more comfortable grip. ?Why should you become more and more disabled?? I asked. ?Why should you die when you can live and be well? Let me help you.?
?Let go of me!?
?Will you stay, and at least hear me??
