Tino glared at it.
?I cannot restore
your same-sex child to you,? it said.
?Why did you do this? How could you do it??
?I made a mistake. I only realized earlier today what I had allowed to happen. I
I would not have done it deliberately, Chka. Nothing could have made me do it. It happened because after so many years I had begun to relax about our children. Things have always gone well. I was careless.?
My Human father looked at me. It was as though he looked from a long way away. His hands moved, and I knew he wanted to touch me, too. But if he did, it would go wrong the way it had earlier with my mother. They couldn?t touch me anymore. Within families, people could touch their same-sex children, their unsexed children, their same-sex mates, and their ooloi mates.
Now, abruptly, my Human father turned and grasped the sensory arm Nikanj offered. The arm was a tough, muscular organ that existed to contain and protect the essential ooloi sensory and reproductive organs. It probably could not be injured by bare Human hands, but I think Tino tried. He was angry and hurt, and that made him want to hurt others. Of my two Human parents, only he tended to react this way. And now the only being he could turn to for comfort was the one who had caused all his trouble. An Oankali would have opened a wall and gone away for a while. Even Lilith would have done that. Tino tried to give pain. Pain for pain.
Nikanj drew him against its body and held him motionless as it comforted him and spoke silently with him. It held him for so long that my Oankali parents raised platforms and sat on them to wait. Lilith came to share my platform, though she could have raised her own. My scent must have disturbed her, but she sat near me and looked at me.
?Do you feel all right?? she said.
?Yes. I?ll fall asleep soon, I think.?
?You look ready for it. Does my being here bother you??
?Not yet. But it must bother you.?
?I can stand it.?
She stayed where she was. I could remember being inside her. I could remember when there was nothing in my universe except her. I found myself longing to touch her. I hadn?t felt that before. I had never before been unable to touch her. Now I discovered a little of the Human hunger to touch where I could not.
?Are you afraid?? Lilith asked.
?I was. But now that I know I?m all right, and that you?ll all keep me here, I?m fine.?
She smiled a little. ?Nika?s first same-sex child. It?s been so lonely.?
?I know.?
?We all knew,? Dichaan said from his platform. ?All the ooloi on Earth must be feeling the desperation Nikanj felt. The people are going to have to change the old agreement before more accidents happen. The next one might be a flawed ooloi.?
A flawed natural genetic engineer?one who could distort or destroy with a touch. Nothing could save it from confinement on the ship. Perhaps it would even have to be physically altered to prevent it from functioning in any way as an ooloi. Perhaps it would be so dangerous that it would have to spend its existence in suspended animation, its body used by others for painless experimentation, its consciousness permanently shut off.
I shuddered and lay down again. At once, both Nikanj and Tino were beside me, reconciled, apparently, by their concern for me. Nikanj touched me with a sensory arm, but did not expose the sensory hand. ?Listen, Jodahs.?
I focused on it without opening my eyes.
?You?ll be all right here. I?ll stay with you. I?ll talk to the people from here, and when you?ve reached the end of this first metamorphosis, you?ll remember all that I?ve said to them? and all they?ve said.? It slipped a sensory arm around my neck and the feel of it there comforted me. ?We?ll take care of you,? it said.
Later, it stripped my clothing from me as I floated atop sleep, a piece of straw floating on a still pond. I could not slip beneath the surface yet.
Something was put into my mouth. It had the flavor and texture of chunks of pineapple, but I knew from tiny differences in its scent that it was a Lo creation. It was almost pure protein?exactly what my body needed. When I had eaten several pieces, I was able to slip beneath the surface into sleep.
4
Metamorphosis is sleep. Days, weeks, months of sleep broken by a few hours now and then of waking, eating, talking. Males and females slept even more, but they had just the one metamorphosis. Ooloi go through this twice.
There were times when I was aware enough to watch my body develop. A sair was growing at my throat so that I would eventually be able to breathe as easily in water as in air. My nose was not absorbed into my face, but it became little more than an ornament.
I didn?t lose my hair, but I grew many more head and body tentacles. I would not develop sensory arms until my second metamorphosis, but my sensitivity had already been increased, and I would soon be able to give and receive more complex multisensory illusions, and handle them much faster.
And something was growing between my hearts.
Because I was Human-born, my internal arrangement was basically Human. Ooloi are careful not to construct children who provoke uncontrollable immune reactions in their birth mothers. Even two hearts seem radical to some Humans. Sometimes they shoot us where they think a heart should be?where their own hearts are?then run away in panic because that kind of thing doesn?t stop us. I don?t think many Humans have seen what the Oankali look like inside?or what we constructs look like. Two hearts are just double the Human allotment. But the organ now growing between my hearts was not Human at all.
