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Such violence!” The tone spoke of revulsion。

 “She screamed only once;” said a higher; reedy; female voice; pointing this out with a hint of glee; as if 

she were winning an argument。

 “I know;” the man admitted。 “She is very strong。 Others have had much more trauma; with much less 
cause。”

 “I’m sure she’ll be fine; just as I told you。”

 “Maybe you missed your Calling。” There was an edge to the man’s voice。 Sarcasm; my memory named 
it。 “Perhaps you were meant to be a Healer; like me。”

 The woman made a sound of amusement。 Laughter。 “I doubt that。 We Seekers prefer a different sort of 
diagnosis。”

 My body knew this word; this title:Seeker。 It sent a shudder of fear down my spine。 A leftover reaction。 

 

 “I sometimes wonder if the infection of humanity touches those in your profession;” the man mused; his 
voice still sour with annoyance。 “Violence is part of your life choice。 Does enough of your body’s native 
temperament linger to give you enjoyment of the horror?”

 I was surprised at his accusation; at his tone。 This discussion was almost like… an argument。 Something 
my host was familiar with but that I’d never experienced。

 The woman was defensive。 “We do not choose violence。 We face it when we must。 And it’s a good 
thing for the rest of you that some of us are strong enough for the unpleasantness。 Your peace would be 
shattered without our work。”

 “Once upon a time。 Your vocation will soon be obsolete; I think。”

 “The error of that statement lies on the bed there。”

 “One human girl; alone and unarmed! Yes; quite a threat to our peace。”

 The woman breathed out heavily。 A sigh。 “But where did she e from? How did she appear in the 
middle of Chicago; a city long since civilized; hundreds of miles from any trace of rebel activity? Did she 
manage it alone?”

 She listed the questions without seeming to seek an answer; as if she had already voiced them many 
times。

 “That’s your problem; not mine;” the man said。 “My job is to help this soul adapt herself to her new host 
without unnecessary pain or trauma。 And you are here to interfere with my job。”

 Still slowly surfacing; acclimating myself to this new world of senses; I understood only now that I was 
the subject of the conversation。 I was the soul they spoke of。 It was a new connotation to the word; a 
word that had meant many other things to my host。 On every planet we took a different name。Soul。 I 
suppose it was an apt description。 The unseen force that guides the body。

 “The answers to my questions matter as much as your responsibilities to the soul。”

 “That’s debatable。”

 There was the sound of movement; and her voice was suddenly a whisper。 “When will she bee 
responsive? The sedation must be about to wear off。”

 “When she’s ready。 Leave her be。 She deserves to handle the situation however she finds most 
fortable。 Imagine the shock of her awakening—inside a rebel host injured to the point of death in the 
escape attempt! No one should have to endure such trauma in times of peace!” His voice rose with the 
increase of emotion。

 “She is strong。” The woman’s tone was reassuring now。 “See how well she did with the first memory; 
the worst memory。 Whatever she expected; she handled this。”

 “Why should she have to?” the man muttered; but he didn’t seem to expect an answer。 

 

 “Needbeing your word。 I would choose the termwant。 ”

 “Then someone must take on the unpleasantness;” she continued as if he had not interrupted。 “And I 

think; from all I know of this one; she would accept the challenge if there had been any way to ask her。 
What do you call her?”

 The man didn’t speak for a long moment。 The woman waited。

 “Wanderer;” he finally and unwillingly answered。

 “Fitting;” she said。 “I don’t have any official statistics; but she has to be one of the very few; if not the 
only one; who has wandered so far。 Yes;Wanderer will suit her well until she chooses a new name for 
herself。”

 He said nothing。

 “Of course; she may assume the host’s name。… We found no matches on record for the fingerprints or 
retinal scan。 I can’t tell you what that name was。”

 “She won’t take the human name;” the man muttered。

 Her response was conciliatory。 “Everyone finds fort their own way。”

 “This Wanderer will need more fort than most; thanks to your style of Seeking。”

 There were sharp sounds—footsteps; staccato against a hard floor。 When she spoke again; the 

woman’s voice was across the room from the man。

 “You would have reacted poorly to the early days of this occupation;” she said。

 “Perhaps you react poorly to peace。”

 The woman laughed; but the sound was false—there was no real amusement。 My mind seemed well 

adapted to inferring the true meanings from tones and inflections。

 “You do not have a clear perception of what my Calling entails。 Long hours hunched over files and 
maps。 Mostly desk work。 Not very often the conflict or violence you seem to think it is。”

 “Ten days ago you were armed with killing weapons; running this body down。”

 “The exception; I assure you; not the rule。 Do not forget; the weapons that disgust you are turned on our 

kind wherever we Seekers have not been vigilant enough。 The humans kill us happily whenever they have 
the ability to do so。 Those whose lives have been touched by the hostility see us as heroes。”

 “You speak as if a war were raging。”

 “To the remains of the human race; one is。”

 These words were strong in my ears。 My body reacted to them; I felt my breathing speed; heard the 

 

 “But one that even they must realize is long lost。 They are outnumbered by what? A million to one? I 
imagine you would know。”

 “We estimate the odds are quite a bit higher in our favor;” she admitted grudgingly。

 The Healer appeared to be content to let his side of the disagreement rest with that information。 It was 
quiet for a moment。

 I used the empty time to evaluate my situation。 Much was obvious。

 I was in a Healing facility; recovering from an unusually traumatic insertion。 I was sure the body that 
hosted me had been fully healed before it was given to me。 A damaged host would have been disposed 
of。

 I considered the conflicting opinions of the Healer and the Seeker。 According to the information I had 
been given before making the choice to e here; the Healer had the right of it。 Hostilities with the few 
remaining pockets of humans were all but over。 The planet called Earth was as peaceful and serene as it 
looked from space; invitingly green and blue; wreathed in its harmless white vapors。 As was the way of 
the soul; harmony was universal now。

 The verbal dissension between the Healer and the Seeker was out of character。 Strangely aggressive for 
our kind。 It made me wonder。 Could they be true; the whispered rumors that had undulated like waves 
through the thoughts of the… of the…

 I was distracted; trying to find the name for my last host species。 We’d had a name; I knew that。 But; no 
longer connected to that host; I could not remember the word。 We’d used much simpler language than 
this; a silent language of thought that connected us all into one great mind。 A necessary convenience when 
one was rooted forever into the wet black soil。

 I could describe that species in my new human language。 We lived on the floor of the great ocean that 
covered the entire surface of our world—a world that had a name; too; but that was also gone。 We each 
had a hundred arms and on each arm a thousand eyes; so that; with our thoughts connected; not one 
sight in the vast waters went unseen。 There was no need for sound; so there was no way to hear it。 We 
tasted the waters; and; with our sight; that told us all we needed to know。 We tasted the suns; so many 
leagues above the water; and turned their taste into the food we needed。

 I could describe us; but I could not name us。 I sighed for the lost knowledge; and then returned my 
ponderings to what I’d overheard。

 Souls did not; as a rule; speak anything but the truth。 Seekers; of course; had the requirements of their 
Calling; but between souls there was never reason for a lie。 With my last species’ language of thought; it 
would have been impossible to lie; even had we wanted to。 However; anchored as we were; we told 
ourselves stories to alleviate the boredom。 Storytelling was the most honored of all talents; for it benefited 
everyone。

 Sometimes; fact mixed with fiction so thoroughly that; though no lies were told; it was hard to remember 
what was strictly true。 

 

 But there were whispers of this: of human hosts so strong that the souls were forced to abandon them。 
Hosts whose minds could not be pletely suppressed。 Souls who took on the personality of the body; 
rather than the other way around。 Stories。 Wild rumors。 Madness。

 But that seemed almost to be the Healer’s accusation。…

 I dismissed the thought。 The more likely meaning of his censure was the distaste most of us felt for the 
Seeker’s Calling。 Who would choose a life of conflict and pursuit? Who would be at

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