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Nikanj had warned me. Helpless lust and unreasoning anxiety were just part of growing up.
“Do you believe in spirits?” “We believe in life,” Ahajas said. “Life after death?” Ahajas smoothed her tentacles briefly in agreement. “When I’m dead,” she said, “I will nourish other life.”
Exactly what the hell are you anyway?” “Construct. Oankali-Human mixture. Ooloi.” “Ooloi … The mixed ones—male and female in one body.” “We aren’t male or female.” “So you say.” He sighed.
Humans were genetically inclined to be intolerant of difference. They could overcome the inclination, but it was a reality of the Human conflict that they often did not.
“This is Jodahs, my closest sibling,” Aaor said. “Without it I would already be dead.” It actually said, “my closest brother-sister,” because that was the best either of us could do in Spanish. No wonder people like Santos thought we were hermaphroditic.
