Akin lived with the Akjai as it traveled around the ship. The Akjai taught him, withholding nothing that he could absorb. He learned to understand not only the animals of Chkahichdahk and Earth, but the plants. When he asked for information on the resisters’ bodies, the Akjai found several visiting Dinso ooloi. It learned in a matter of minutes all that they could teach it. Then it fed the information to Akin in a long series of lessons.
“Now you know more than you realize,” the Akjai said when it had given its information on Humans. “You have information you won’t even be able to use until after your own metamorphosis.”
“I know more than I thought I could learn,” Akin said. “I know enough to heal ulcers in a resister’s stomach or cuts or puncture wounds in flesh and in organs.”
“Eka, I don’t think they’ll let you.”
“Yes, they will. At least, they will until I change. Some will.”
“What do you want for them, Eka? What would you give them?”
“What you have. What you are.” Akin sat with his back against the Akjai’s curved side. It could touch him with several limbs and give him one sensory limb to signal into. “I want a Human Akjai,” he told it.
“I’ve heard that you did. But your kind can’t exist alongside them. Not separately. You know that.”
Akin took the slender, glowing limb from his mouth and looked at it. He liked the Akjai. It had been his teacher for months now. It had taken him into parts of the ship that most people never saw. It had enjoyed his fascination and deliberately suggested new things that he might be interested in learning. He was, it said, more energetic than the older students it had had.
It was a friend. Perhaps he could talk to it, reach it as he had not been able to reach his family. Perhaps he could trust it. He tasted the limb again.
“I want to make a place for them,” he said. “I know what will happen to Earth. But there are other worlds. We could change the second one or the fourth one—make one of them more like Earth. A few of us could do it. I’ve heard that there is nothing living on either world.”
“There’s nothing living there. The fourth world could be more easily transformed than the second.”
“It could be done?”
“Yes.”
“It was so obvious…. I thought I might be wrong, thought I had missed something.”
“Time, Akin.”
“Get things started and turn them over to the resisters. They need metal, machinery, things they can control.”
“No.”
Akin focused his whole attention on the Akjai. It was not saying, no, the Humans could not have their machines. Its signals did not communicate that at all. It was saying, no, Humans did not need machines.
“We can make it possible for them to live on the fourth world,” it said. “They wouldn’t need machines. If they wanted them, they would have to build them themselves.”
“I would help. I would do whatever was needed.”
“When you change, you’ll want to mate.”
“I know. But—”
“You don’t know. The urge is stronger than you can understand now.”
“It’s …” He projected amusement. “It’s pretty strong now. I know it will be different after metamorphosis. If I have to mate, I have to mate. I’ll find people who’ll work with me on this. There must be others that I can convince.”
“Find them now.”
Startled, Akin said nothing for a moment. Finally he asked, “Do you mean I’m close to metamorphosis now?”
“Closer than you think. But that isn’t what I meant.”
“You agree with me that it can be done? The resisters can be transplanted? Their Human-to-Human fertility can be restored?”
“It’s possible if you can get a consensus. But if you get a consensus, you may find that you’ve chosen your life’s work.”
“Wasn’t that work chosen for me years ago?”
The Akjai hesitated. “I know about that. The Akjai had no part in the decision to leave you so long with the resisters.”
“I didn’t think you had. I’ve never been able to talk about it to anyone I felt had taken part—who had chosen to break me from my nearest sibling.”
“Yet you’ll do the work that was chosen for you?”
“I will. But for the Humans and for the Human part of me. Not for the Oankali.”
“Eka …”
“Shall I show you what I can feel, all I can feel with Tiikuchahk, my nearest sibling? Shall I show you all I’ve ever had with it? All Oankali, all constructs have something that Oankali and constructs came together and decided to deny me.”
“Show me.”
Again Akin was startled. But why? What Oankali would decline a new sensation? He remembered for it all the jarring, tearing dissonance of his relationship with Tiikuchahk. He duplicated the sensations in the Akjai’s body along with the revulsion they made him feel and the need he felt to avoid this person whom he should have been closest to.
“I think it almost wants to be male to avoid any sexual feelings for me,” he finished.
“Keeping you separated was a mistake,” the Akjai agreed. “I can see now why it was done, but it was a mistake.”
Only Akin’s family had ever said that before. They had said it because he was one of them, and it hurt them to see him hurt. It hurt them to see the family unbalanced by paired siblings who had failed to pair. People who had never had close siblings or whose closest siblings had died did not damage the balance as much as close siblings who had failed to bond.
“You should go back to your relatives,” the Akjai said. “Make them find a young ooloi for you and your sibling. You should not go through metamorphosis with so much pain cutting you off from your sibling.”
“Ti was talking about finding a young ooloi before I left to study
with you. I don’t think I could stand to share an ooloi with it.”
“You will,” the Akjai said. “You must. Go back now, Eka. I can feel what you’re feeling, but it doesn’t matter. Some things hurt. Go back and reconcile with your sibling. Then come to me and I’ll find new teachers for you—people who know the processes of changing a cold, dry, lifeless world into something Humans might survive on.”
The Akjai straightened its body and broke contact with him. When Akin stood still, looking at it, not wanting to leave it, it turned and left him, opening the floor beneath itself and surging into the hole it had made. Akin let the hole seal itself, knowing that once it was sealed he would not find the Akjai again until it wished to be found.