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Survivor
Octavia E. Butler
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
DOUBLEDAY & COMPANY, INC.
GARDEN CITY, NEW YORK
1978
All of the characters in this book
are fictitious, and any resemblance
to actual persons, living or dead,
is purely coincidental.
Library of Congress Cataloging in Publication Data
Butler, Octavia E
Survivor.
I. Title.
PZ4B98674Su [PS3552.U827] 813’.5‘4
ISBN: 0-385-13385-5
Library of Congress Catalog Card Number 77-81548
Copyright © 1978 by Octavia E. Butler
All Rights Reserved
Printed in the United States of America
First Edition
CHAPTER ONE
Alanna
I didn’t know enough to appreciate my foster father the way I should have when we met back on Earth. That was when I was about fifteen and his Missionaries caught me stealing from their cornfield. They shot me, would have killed me, but he stopped them. Then he carried me back to his house, got a doctor to tend my wound, and announced that he and his wife were adopting me. Just like that. I heard the doctor try to talk him out of it when they both thought I was unconscious.
“You could be making a mistake, Jules. She’s not the harmless young girl she appears to be. And she’ll never replace your children.”
“My children are dead,” said my foster father quietly. “I’ve accepted that. I wouldn’t expect her or anyone else to replace them.”
The doctor was silent for a moment. Then he sighed. “Well, at least she can talk.”
“Of course she can talk! She is human, Bart, wild or not.”
“Yes… physically anyway. Some of them can’t do much more than grunt, you know. They’ve either forgotten speech, or they never learned it. As wild humans, they spend their lives either hunting or being hunted. By the time they’re this girl’s age, they’re more wild than human.”
“This one’s a future Missionary,” said my foster father. “She’ll learn. She’ll become one of us.”
“Maybe.” The doctor sounded doubtful. “If the people let her, and if she really wants to. But I think all she’ll learn for quite a while is how to pretend to be one of us. Don’t expect more than that.”
And my foster father didn’t at first. I don’t think he had even before the doctor warned him. All he asked of me was that I learn to put on a good act when I was with people other than him and his wife Neila. That would protect me from the less tolerant of his Missionaries. Perhaps during that early period, he was too tolerant himself, though,
