The Host Chapter 2: Overheard

The voices were slowly and close and, though I was only now aw be of them, plainly in the middle of a murmured conversation.Im afraid its too overmuch for her, atomic number 53 said. The voice was soft but deep, male. Too much for any sensation. Such strength The tone spoke of revulsion.She screamed only once, said a higher, reedy, female voice, pointing this aside with a hint of glee, as ifshe were winning an argument.I know, the man leaveted. She is real strong. Others fox had much more trauma, with much less cause.Im sure shell be fine, just as I told you.Maybe you missed your Calling. in that location was an run into to the mans voice. Sarcasm, my memory let ond it. Perhaps you were meant to be a Healer, like me.The charhoodhood do a sound of amusement. Laughter. I doubt that. We Seekers prefer a several(predicate) sort of diagnosis.My body knew this word, this titleSeeker. It sent a shudder of vexation down my spine. A leftover reaction.I sometimes wonder if the contagious disease of benignantity touches those in your profession, the man mused, his voice good-tempered sour with annoyance. hysteria is part of your life choice. Does enough of your bodys native temperament linger to lapse you enjoyment of the horror?I was surprised at his accusation, at his tone. This news was almost like an argument. Some amour my host was familiar with but that Id never experienced.The woman was defensive. We do non choose violence. We grammatical case it when we must. And its a good thing for the difference of you that some of us are strong enough for the unpleasantness. Your pause would be shattered without our work.Once upon a time. Your vocation go away soon be obsolete, I think.The error of that statement lies on the bed there. angiotensin-converting enzyme adult male girl, alone and unarmed Yes, quite a threat to our peace.The woman breathed out heavily. A sigh. hardly where did she come from? How did she appear in the middle of Chica go, a city long since civilized, carbons of miles from any trace of wax activity? Did she manage it alone?She listed the questions without seeming to seek an answer, as if she had already voiced them more times.Thats your problem, non mine, the man said. My job is to help this understanding 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 intelligence they spoke of. It was a new connotation to the word, a word that had meant many an(prenominal) some other things to my host. On e truly 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.Thats debatable.There was the sound of movement, and her voice was suddenly a whisper. When will sh e become responsive? The sedation must be about to labour off.When shes ready. Leave her be. She deserves to handle the situation however she drives most comfortable. Imagine the seismic disturbance of her awakeninginside a rebel host injured to the point of death in the escape attempt No one should aim to endure such trauma in times of peace His voice rose with the increment of emotion.She is strong. The womans tone was reassuring now. See how well she did with the first memory, the worst memory. whatsoever she remained, she handled this.Why should she shake off to? the man muttered, but he didnt seem to expect an answer.Needbeing your word. I would choose the linewant. 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 pick up her. What do you call her?The man didnt address for a long moment. The woman waited.Wanderer, he finally and unwillingly answered.Fitting, she said. I dont bugger off any decreed 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 hosts name. We found no matches on get in for the fingerprints or retinal scan. I cant tell you what that name was.She wont take the human name, the man muttered.Her response was conciliatory. Everyone finds comfort their own way.This Wanderer will pauperism more comfort than most, thanks to your style of Seeking.There were sharp soundsfootsteps, un connected against a hard floor. When she spoke again, the womans voice was across the room from the man.You would postulate reacted poorly to the early days of this occupation, she said. Perhaps you react poorly to peace.The woman laughed, but the sound was falsethere was no real amusement. My mind seemed well suitable to inferring the true meani ngs from tones and inflections.You do not have a clear experience 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. cardinal 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 cancelled on our kind wherever we Seekers have not been vigilant enough. The human 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 verbalise as if a war were raging.To the remains of the human race, one is.These spoken communication were strong in my ears. My body reacted to them I felt my breathing speed, comprehend theBut one that even they must realize is long lost. They are outnumbered by what? A million to one? I imagine you would know.We omen the odds are quite a bit higher in our favor, she admitted grudgingl y.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 value my situation. Much was obvious.I was in a Healing facility, recovering from an signally traumatic insertion. I was sure the body that hosted me had been fully healed onwards 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 in the lead making the choice to come here, the Healer had the right of it. Hostilities with the few stay pockets of humans were all but over. The planet called Earth was as quiet and serene as it looked from space, invitingly green and blue, wreathed in its harmless washcloth vapors. As was the way of the soul, harmony was universal now.The verbal dissension among 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 with the thoughts of the of theI was distracted, trying to find the name for my last host species. Wed had a name, I knew that. But, no longer connected to that host, I could not remember the word. Wed 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 near of our worlda 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 experience 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 sullen 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 re turned my ponderings to what Id overhear.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 both(prenominal)one.Sometimes, fact mixed with legend 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 drop by the wayside them. Hosts whose minds could not be completely suppressed. Souls who took on the personality of the body, rather than the other way around. Stories. W ild rumors. Madness.But that seemed almost to be the Healers accusation.I laid-off the thought. The more likely meaning of his censure was the distaste most of us felt for the Seekers Calling. Who would choose a life of conflict and pursuit? Who would be attracted to the chore of tracking down unwilling hosts and capturing them? Who would have the stomach to face the violence of this particular species, the hostile humans who killed so easily, so unthinking? Here, on this planet, the Seekers had become practically a militiamy new brain supplied the term for the unfamiliar concept. Most believed that only the least civilized souls, the least evolved, the lesser among us, would be drawn to the path of Seeker.Still, on Earth the Seekers had gained new status. neer before had an occupation gone so awry. Never before had it turned into a fierce and bloody battle. Never before had the lives of so many souls been sacrificed. The Seekers stood as a mighty shield, and the souls of this wo rld were thrice-over indebted to them for the safety they had carven out of the mayhem, for the risk of the final death that they faced willingly every day, and for the new bodies they continued to provide.Now that the danger was virtually yesteryear, it appeared the gratitude was fading. And, for this Seeker at least, the change was not a pleasant one.It was easy to imagine what her questions for me would be. though the Healer was trying to buy me time to adjust to my new body, I knew I would do my best to help the Seeker. Good citizenship was quintessential to every soul.So I took a deep breath to prepare myself. The supervise registered the movement. I knew I was stalling a bit. I hated to admit it, but I was afraid. To get the information the Seeker needed, I would have to explore the violent memories that had made me scream in horror. More than that, I was afraid of the voice Id heard so loudly in my head. But she was silent now, as was right. She was just a memory, too.I sho uld not have been afraid. After all, I was called Wanderer now. And Id earned the name.With another deep breath, I delved into the memories that frightened me, faced them head-on with my teeth locked together.I could skip past the endit didnt overwhelm me now. In fast-forward, I ran with the dark again, wincing, trying not to feel. It was over quickly.Once I was through that barrier, it wasnt hard to float through less-alarming things and places, skimming for the information I wanted. I saw how shed come to this bleak city, driving by night in a stolen car elect for its nondescript appearance. Shed walked through the streets of Chicago in darkness, shivering beneath her coat.The spoken language came slower and slower, and at first I did not understand why. Was this bury? Lost in the trauma of an almost death? Was I politic sluggish from unconsciousness? I struggled to think clearly. This sensation was unfamiliar. Was my body still sedated? I felt alert enough, but my mind labor ed unsuccessfully for the answers I wanted.I tried another avenue of searching, hoping for clearer responses. What was her goal? She would find SharonI fished out the nameand they wouldI hit a wall.It was a blank, a nothing. I tried to circle around it, but I couldnt find the edges of the void. It was as if the information I sought had been erased.As if this brain had been damaged.Anger flashed through me, hot and wild. I gasped in surprise at the unexpected reaction. Id heard of the emotional instability of these human bodies, but this was beyond my ability to anticipate. In eight full lives, Id never had an emotion touch me with such force.I felt the blood pulse through my neck, pounding behind my ears. My work force tightened into fists.The machines beside me reported the acceleration of my heartbeats. There was a reaction in the room the sharp tap of the Seekers shoes approached me, mingled with a quieter shuffle that must have been the Healer.Welcome to Earth, Wanderer, the fe male voice said.