[科幻]宿主- 第55部分

held　a　canteen　to　my　lips　as　he　had　in　the　night。

　“Let　me　know　when　you’re　ready；”　Jeb　told　me。　His　voice　sounded　kind；　though　I　knew　that　was　a　false　
interpretation。

　Someone　sighed　impatiently。

　“Why　are　you　doing　this；　Jeb？”　a　man　asked。　I’d　heard　the　voice　before；　it　was　one　of　the　brothers。　
“For　Doc？　You　could　have　just　told　Kyle　that。　You　didn’t　have　to　pull　a　gun　on　him。”

　“Kyle　needs　a　gun　pulled　on　him　more　often；”　Jeb　muttered。

　“Please　tell　me　this　wasn’t　about　sympathy；”　the　man　continued。　“After　all　you’ve　seen…”

　“After　all　I’ve　seen；　if　I　hadn’t　learned　passion；　I　wouldn’t　be　worth　much。　But　no；　it　was　not　about　

sympathy。　If　I　had　enough　sympathy　for　this　poor　creature；　I　would　have　let　her　die。”

　I　shivered　in　the　oven…hot　air。

　“What；　then？”　Kyle’s　brother　demanded。

　There　was　a　long　silence；　and　then　Jeb’s　hand　touched　mine。　I　grasped　it；　needing　the　help　to　get　back　

on　my　feet。　His　other　hand　pressed　against　my　back；　and　I　started　forward　again。

　“Curiosity；”　Jeb　said　in　a　low　voice。

　No　one　replied。

　As　we　walked；　I　considered　a　few　sure　facts。　One；　I　was　not　the　first　soul　they’d　captured。　There　was　

already　a　set　routine　here。　This　“Doc”　had　tried　to　get　his　answer　from　others　before　me。

　Two；　he　had　tried　unsuccessfully。　If　any　soul　had　forgone　suicide　only　to　crack　under　the　humans’　
torture；　they　would　not　need　me　now。　My　death　would　have　been　mercifully　swift。

　Oddly；　I　couldn’t　bring　myself　to　hope　for　a　quick　end；　though；　or　to　try　to　effect　that　oute。　It　would　
be　easy　to　do；　even　without　doing　the　deed　myself。　I　would　only　have　to　tell　them　a　lie—pretend　to　be　a　

Seeker；　tell　them　my　colleagues　were　tracking　me　right　now；　bluster　and　threaten。　Or　tell　them　the　
truth—that　Melanie　lived　on　inside　me；　and　that　she　had　brought　me　here。

　They　would　see　another　lie；　and　one　so　richly　irresistible—the　idea　that　the　human　could　live　on　after　
implantation—so　tempting　to　believe　from　their　perspective；　so　insidious；　that　they　would　believe　I　was　a　
Seeker　more　surely　than　if　I　claimed　it。　They　would　assume　a　trap；　get　rid　of　me　quickly；　and　find　a　new　
place　to　hide；　far　away　from　here。

　You’re　probably　right；Melanie　agreed。It’s　what　I　would　do。　

　

　Last　night　Melanie　and　I　had　wished　for　death；　but　death　had　been　only　inches　away　at　the　time。　It　was　
different　now　that　I　was　on　my　feet　again。

　I　don’t　want　to　die；　either；Melanie　whispered。But　maybe　you’re　wrong。　Maybe　that’s　not　why　
they’re　keeping　us　alive。　I　don’t　understand　why　they　would。…　She　didn’t　want　to　imagine　the　things　
they　might　do　to　us—I　was　sure　she　could　e　up　with　worse　than　I。What　answer　would　they　want　
from　you　that　bad？

　I’ll　never　tell。　Not　you；　not　any　human。

　A　bold　declaration。　But　then；　I　wasn’t　in　pain　yet。…

　Another　hour　had　passed—the　sun　was　directly　overhead；　the　heat　of　it　like　a　crown　of　fire　on　my　
hair—when　the　sound　changed。　The　grinding　steps　that　I　barely　heard　anymore　turned　to　echoes　ahead　
of　me。　Jeb’s　feet　still　crunched　against　the　sand　like　mine；　but　someone　in　front　of　us　had　reached　a　new　
terrain。

　“Careful；　now；”　Jeb　warned　me。　“Watch　your　head。”

　I　hesitated；　not　sure　what　I　was　watching　for；　or　how　to　watch　with　no　eyes。　His　hand　left　my　back　and　
pressed　down　on　my　head；　telling　me　to　duck。　I　bent　forward。　My　neck　was　stiff。

　He　guided　me　forward　again；　and　I　heard　our　footsteps　make　the　same　echoing　sound。　The　ground　
didn’t　give　like　sand；　didn’t　feel　loose　like　rock。　It　was　flat　and　solid　beneath　my　feet。

　The　sun　was　gone—I　could　no　longer　feel　it　burn　my　skin　or　scorch　my　hair。

　I　took　another　step；　and　a　new　air　touched　my　face。　It　was　not　a　breeze。　This　was　stagnant—Imoved　
intoit。　The　dry　desert　wind　was　gone。　This　air　was　still　and　cooler。　There　was　the　faintest　hint　of　moisture　
to　it；　a　mustiness　that　I　could　both　smell　and　taste。

　There　were　so　many　questions　in　my　mind；　and　in　Melanie’s。　She　wanted　to　ask　hers；　but　I　kept　silent。　
There　was　nothing　either　of　us　could　say　that　would　help　us　now。

　“Okay；　you　can　straighten　up；”　Jeb　told　me。

　I　raised　my　head　slowly。

　Even　with　the　blindfold；　I　could　tell　that　there　was　no　light。　It　was　utterly　black　around　the　edges　of　the　
bandanna。　I　could　hear　the　others　behind　me；　shuffling　their　feet　impatiently；　waiting　for　us　to　move　
forward。

　“This　way；”　Jeb　said；　and　he　was　guiding　me　again。　Our　footsteps　echoed　back　from　close　by—the　
space　we　were　in　must　have　been　quite　small。　I　found　myself　ducking　my　head　instinctively。　

　

　We　took　another　turn；　and　then　the　floor　started　to　climb　upward。　My　legs　were　so　numb　and　wooden　
that　as　the　path　got　steeper；　Jeb　had　to　half　drag　me　up　the　incline。　The　air　got　mustier　and　moister　the　
farther　we　went；　but　the　blackness　didn’t　change。　The　only　sounds　were　our　footsteps　and　their　nearby　
echoes。

　The　pathway　flattened　out　and　began　to　turn　and　twist　like　a　serpent。

　Finally；　finally；　there　was　a　brightness　around　the　top　and　bottom　of　my　blindfold。　I　wished　that　it　would　
slip；　as　I　was　too　frightened　to　pull　it　off　myself。　It　seemed　to　me　that　I　wouldn’t　be　so　terrified　if　I　could　
justsee　where　I　was　and　who　was　with　me。

　With　the　light　came　noise。　Strange　noise；　a　low　murmuring　babble。　It　sounded　almost　like　a　waterfall。

　The　babble　got　louder　as　we　moved　forward；　and　the　closer　it　got；　the　less　it　sounded　like　water。　It　was　
too　varied；　low　and　high　pitches　mingling　and　echoing。　If　it　had　not　been　so　discordant；　it　might　have　
sounded　like　an　uglier　version　of　the　constant　music　I’d　heard　and　sung　on　the　Singing　World。　The　
darkness　of　the　blindfold　suited　that　memory；　the　memory　of　blindness。

　Melanie　understood　the　cacophony　before　I　did。　I’d　never　heard　the　sound　because　I’d　never　been　with　
humans　before。

　It’s　an　argument；she　realized。It　sounds　like　so　many　people　arguing。

　She　was　drawn　by　the　sound。　Were　there　more　people　here；　then？　That　there　were　even　eight　had　
surprised　us　both。　What　was　this　place？

　Hands　touched　the　back　of　my　neck；　and　I　shied　away　from　them。

　“Easy　now；”　Jeb　said。　He　pulled　the　blindfold　off　my　eyes。

　I　blinked　slowly；　and　the　shadows　around　me　settled　into　shapes　I　could　understand：　rough；　uneven　
walls；　a　pocked　ceiling；　a　worn；　dusty　floor。　We　were　underground　somewhere　in　a　natural　cave　
formation。　We　couldn’t　be　that　deep。　I　thought　we’d　hiked　upward　longer　than　we’d　slid　downward。

　The　rock　walls　and　ceiling　were　a　dark　purpley　brown；　and　they　were　riddled　with　shallow　holes　like　
Swiss　cheese。　The　edges　of　the　lower　holes　were　worn　down；　but　over　my　head　the　circles　were　more　
defined；　and　their　rims　looked　sharp。

　The　light　came　from　a　round　hole　ahead　of　us；　its　shape　not　unlike　the　holes　that　peppered　the　cavern；　
but　larger。　This　was　an　entrance；　a　doorway　to　a　brighter　place。　Melanie　was　eager；　fascinated　by　the　
concept　of　more　humans。　I　held　back；　suddenly　worried　that　blindness　might　be　better　than　sight。

　Jeb　sighed。　“Sorry；”　he　muttered；　so　low　that　I　was　certainly　the　only　one　to　hear。

　I　tried　to　swallow　and　could　not。　My　head　started　to　spin；　but　that　might　have　been　from　hunger。　My　

　

　The　tunnel　opened　into　a　chamber　so　vast　that　at　first　I　couldn’t　accept　what　my　eyes　told　me。　The　
ceiling　was　too　bright　and　too　high—it　was　like　an　artificial　sky。　I　tried　to　see　what　brightened　it；　but　it　
sent　down　sharp　lances　of　light　that　hurt　my　eyes。

　I　was　expecting　the　babble　to　get　louder；　but　it　was　abruptly　dead　quiet　in　the　huge　cavern。

　The　floor　was　dim　pared　to　the　brilliant　ceiling　so　far　above。　It　took　a　moment　for　my　eyes　to　make　
sense　of　all　the　shapes。

　A　crowd。　There　was　no　other　word　for　it—there　was　a　crowd　of　humans　standing　stock…still　and　silent；　
all　staring　at　me　with　the　same　burning；　hate…filled　expressions　I’d　seen　at　dawn。

　Melanie　was　too　stunned　to　do　anything　more　than　count。　Ten；　fifteen；　twenty…　twenty…five；　twenty…six；　
twenty…seven…

　I　didn’t　care　how　many　there　were。　I　tried　to　tell　her　how　little　it　mattered。　It　wouldn’t　take　twenty　of　
them　to　kill　me。　To　kill　us。　I　tried　to　make　her　see　how　precarious　our　position　was；　but　she　was　beyond　
my　warnings　at　the　moment；　lost　in　this　human　world　she’d　never　dreamed　was　here。

　One　man　stepped　forward　from　the　crowd；　and　my　eyes　darted　first　to　his　hands；　looking　for　the　
weapon　they　would　carry。　His　hands　were　clenched　in　fists　but　empty　of　any　other　threat。　My　eyes；　
adjusting　to　the　dazzling　light；　made　out　the　sun…gilded　tint　of　his　skin　and　then　recognized　it。

　Choking　on　the　sudden　hope　that　dizzied　me；　I　lifted　my　eyes　to　the　man’s　face。

　CHAPTER　14

　Disputed

　It　was　too　much　for　both　of　us；　seeing　him　here；　now；　after　already　accepting　that　we’d　never　see　him　
again；　after　believing　that　we’d　lost　him　forever。　It　froze　me　solid；　made　me　unable　to　react。　I　wanted　to　
look　at　Uncle　Jeb；　to　understand　his　heartbreaking　answer　in　the　desert；　but　I　couldn’t　move　my　eyes。　I　
stared　at　Jared’s　face；　unprehending。

　Melanie　reacted　differently。