[科幻]宿主-第123章
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It’s not for yourself。 It’s for others;Mel reminded me when I brooded。
It still feels wrong。 Even you can feel that; can’t you?
Don’t think about itwas her solution。
Home again。 At last。
When we slept in hotels rather than in the crowded van; we usually checked in after dark and left before
dawn to keep the souls from getting a good look at us。 Not really necessary。
Jared and Ian were beginning to realize that。 This night; because we’d had such a successful day—the
van was pletely full; Kyle would have little space—and because Ian thought I looked tired; we
stopped early。 The sun had not set when I returned to the van with the plastic key card。
The little inn was not very busy。 We parked close to our room; and Jared and Ian went straight from the
van to the room in a matter of five or six steps; their eyes on the ground。 On their necks; small; faint pink
lines provided camouflage。 Jared carried a half…empty suitcase。 No one looked at them or me。
Inside; the room…darkening curtains were drawn; and the men relaxed a little bit。
Ian lounged on the bed he and Jared would use; and flipped on the TV。 Jared put the suitcase on the
table; took out our dinner—cooled greasy breaded chicken strips I’d ordered from the deli in the last
store—and passed it around。 I sat by the window; peeking through the corner at the falling sun as I ate。
“You have to admit; Wanda; we humans had better entertainment;” Ian teased。
On the television screen; two souls were speaking their lines clearly; their bodies held with perfect
posture。 It wasn’t hard to pick up what was happening in the story because there wasn’t a lot of variety
in the scripts souls wrote。 In this one; two souls were reconnecting after a long separation。 The male’s
stint with the See Weeds had e between them; but he’d chosen to be human because he guessed his
partner from the Mists Planet would be drawn to these warm…blooded hosts。 And; miracle of miracles;
he’d found her here。
They all had happy endings。
“You have to consider the intended audience。”
“True。 I wish they’d run old human shows again。” He flipped through the channels and frowned。 “Used
to be a few of them on。”
“They were too disturbing。 They had to be replaced with things that weren’t so… violent。”
“The Brady Bunch?”
I laughed。 I’d seen that show in San Diego; and Melanie knew it from her childhood。 “It condoned
aggression。 I remember one where a little male child punched a bully; and that was portrayed as being the
right thing to do。 There was blood。”
Ian shook his head in disbelief but returned to the show with the former See Weed。 He laughed at the
wrong parts; the parts that were supposed to be touching。
Across the two…lane road from the inn was a small park; bordered on one side by a school and on the
other by a field where cows grazed。 There were a few young trees; and an old…fashioned playground
with a sandbox; a slide; a set of monkey bars; and one of those hand…pulled merry…go…rounds。 Of course
there was a swing set; too; and that was the only equipment being used currently。
A little family was taking advantage of the cooler evening air。 The father had some silver in his dark hair
at the temples; the mother looked many years his junior。 Her red brown hair was pulled back in a long
ponytail that bobbed when she moved。 They had a little boy; no more than a year old。 The father pushed
the child in the swing from behind; while the mother stood in front; leaning in to kiss his forehead when he
swung her way; making him giggle so hard that his chubby little face was bright red。 This had her
laughing; too—I could see her body shake with it; her hair dancing。
“What are you staring at; Wanda?”
Jared’s question wasn’t anxious; because I was smiling softly at the surprising scene。
“Something I’ve never seen in all my lives。 I’m staring at… hope。”
Jared came to stand behind me; peeking out over my shoulder。 “What do you mean?” His eyes swept
across the buildings and the road; not pausing on the playing family。
I caught his chin and pointed his face in the right direction。 He didn’t so much as flinch at my unexpected
touch; and that gave me a strange jolt of warmth in the pit of my stomach。 “Look;” I said。
“What am I looking at?”
“The only hope for survival I’ve ever seen for a host species。”
“Where?” he demanded; bewildered。
I was aware of Ian close behind us now; listening silently。
“See?” I pointed at the laughing mother。 “See how she loves her human child?”
At that moment; the woman snatched her son from the swing and squeezed him in a tight embrace;
covering his face with kisses。 He cooed and flailed—just a baby。 Not the miniature adult he would have
been if he carried one of my kind。
Jared gasped。 “The baby ishuman? How? Why? For how long?”
I shrugged。 “I’ve never seen this before—I don’t know。 She has not given him up for a host。 I can’t
imagine that she would be… forced。 Motherhood is all but worshipped among my kind。 If she is
unwilling…” I shook my head。 “I have no idea how that will be handled。 This doesn’t happen elsewhere。
The emotions of these bodies are so much stronger than logic。”
I glanced up at Jared and Ian。 They were both staring openmouthed at the interspecies family in the
park。
The father had his arms around both the mother and the child now。 He looked down at his host body’s
biological son with staggering tenderness in his eyes。
“Aside from ourselves; this is the first planet we’ve discovered with live births。 Yours certainly isn’t the
easiest or most prolific system。 I wonder if that’s the difference… or if it’s the helplessness of your
young。 Everywhere else; reproduction is through some form of eggs or seeds。 Many parents never even
meet their young。 I wonder…” I trailed off; my thoughts full of speculation。
The mother lifted her face to her partner; and he kissed her lips。 The human child crowed with delight。
“Hmm。 Perhaps; someday; some of my kind and some of yours will live in peace。 Wouldn’t that be…
strange?”
Neither man could tear his eyes from the miracle in front of them。
The family was leaving。 The mother dusted the sand off her jeans while the father took the boy。 Then;
holding hands that they swung between them; the souls strolled toward the apartments with their human
child。
Ian swallowed loudly。
We didn’t speak for the rest of the evening; all of us made thoughtful by what we’d seen。 We went to
sleep early; so we could rise early and get back to work。
I slept alone; in the bed farthest from the door。 This made me unfortable。 The two big men did not fit
easily on the other bed; Ian tended to sprawl when he was deeply asleep; and Jared was not above
throwing punches when that happened。 Both of them would be more fortable if I shared。 I slept in a
small ball now; maybe it was the too…open spaces I moved in all day that had me constricting in on myself
at night; or maybe I was just so used to curling up to sleep in the tiny space behind the passenger seat on
the van’s floor that I’d forgotten how to sleep straight。
But I knew why no one asked me to share。 The first night the men had unhappily realized the necessity
of a hotel shower for me; I’d heard Ian and Jared talking about me over the whir of the bathroom fan。
“。 。 。 not fair to ask her to choose;” Ian was saying。 He kept his voice low; but the fan was not loud
enough to drown it out。 The hotel room was very small。
“Why not? It’s fairer totell her where she’s going to sleep? Don’t you think it’s more polite —”
“For someone else。 But Wanda will agonize over this。 She’ll be trying so hard to please us both; she’ll
make herself miserable。”
“Jealous again?”
“Not this time。 I just know how she thinks。”
There was a silence。 Ian was right。 Hedid know how I thought。 He’d probably already foreseen that
“Fine;” Jared snapped。 “But if you try cuddling up to me tonight… so help me; O’Shea。”
Ian chuckled。 “Not to sound overly arrogant; but to be perfectly honest; Jared; were I so inclined; I
think I could do better。”
Despite feeling a little guilty about wasting so much needed space; I probably did sleep better alone。
We didn’t have to go to a hotel again。 The days started to pass more quickly; as if even the seconds
were trying to run home。 I could feel a strange western pull on my body。 We were all eager to get back
to our dark; crowded haven。
Even Jared got careless。
It was late; no sunlight left lingering behind the western mountains。 Behind us; Ian and Kyle were taking
turns driving the big moving truck loaded with our spoils; just as Jared and I took turns with the van。
They had to drive the heavy vehicle more carefully than Jared did the van。 The headlights had faded
slowly into the distance; until they disappeared around a wide curve in the road。
We were on the homestretch。 Tucson was behind us。 In a few short hours; I would see Jamie。 We
would unload the wele provisions; surro