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other, and it bothered her, although there seemed little to do or say about
it. It was, after all, inevitable.
And then, finally, came the day of the storm when Joseph had not returned, and
she'd nagged Ron until he'd gone out to look for the young man. And in a
little more time Joseph ran back, screaming and crying, shouting that he'd
killed his father.
It took much comforting as the storm blew in and washed by the island. She
felt sad in one way that it was over now, for from the depths of her mind came
almost instant understanding of the moment, an understanding she could not
convey to the children particularly the guilt-ridden Joseph.
"You didn't kill him," she soothed. "You just sent him away to a different
place."
"Then when will he be back?"
"He he won't be back."
" 'Cause he's dead!"
"No, because they won't let him come back again."
"Why?"
"I guess you'll have to ask them. They'll come for us soon."
"I don't want them here! Not if they took Dad!" The other children nodded in
agreement.
"That's all right. It's for the best. You'll have to grow up now, kids. I'm
afraid it's time."
They came for them only two days after the storm let up. Three of them came,
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anyway Doc and
Chung Lind and Herb, the three who'd been closest to them. The children were
hostile, and Doc, in particular, was taken aback by their accusations that the
Outworlders had taken their father from them. It was particularly tough
because it was true.
They used the belts to get back to the new base location. The basic medical
problems could be taken care of, includ-ing her two cancerous growths. One of
them, benign but still growing, was the reason why she believed herself
pregnant once more. In truth, it would have pre-vented any such happening.
The Outworlders, it seemed, had a cure for cancer and much else.
The children, surprisingly, were in good shape, although Ginny, Sarah, and
Mark were decidedly overweight. They all had, to Doc's satisfaction, a natural
extra skin layer with mild pigmentation that absorbed and diluted the most
harmful radiation. The mutation did not seem natural, and was not. Doc had
been unable to treat the adults for such protection, but she had been able to
add the genetic instruc-tions on both sides should children develop. The
computer, of course, had provided the information and done the actual work.
From a civilization whose builders could fly through sand, stand crushing
pressures and horrible heat, and take oxygen from the rocks, such a minor
thing was child's play.
The children never completely lost their feelings of hostility for the team,
but concern for their mother and the wonders of the base soon diverted their
minds. Rather quickly they were picking up a modern education, although, so
far, it had been next to impossible to get them to wear any clothes at all.
Ginny, however, more than appreciated the tiny absorbent material, vaginally
inserted, that took away much of the problem of the monthly period. Doc had
some pills that did away with the cramps and headaches.
Doc could fix almost everything that was wrong with Dawn, but the eyes
defeated her. "I'm afraid you'll need a full eye transplant, which is not only
tricky but requires a perfect match," she told her. "Either that, or you'll
have to trip."
"I don't want to trip not yet," Dawn responded. "The children are having a
tough enough time getting over the loss of their father. And that transplant
you talk about sounds like a pretty chancy thing."
"It is, unless you went to the edge and had them grow a perfect pair and
implant them with their equipment and facilities. The trouble is, not much is
left up there that would be tolerable to normal humans.
They will have to go, though. There are growths behind them that threaten the
brain itself, and it's too risky to use my ray surgery on it."
Even though she had only a sense of light and dark and vague shapes, the
prospect of that frightened her.
"I 1 don't want to lose them."
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other, and it bothered her, although there seemed little to do or say about
it. It was, after all, inevitable.
And then, finally, came the day of the storm when Joseph had not returned, and
she'd nagged Ron until he'd gone out to look for the young man. And in a
little more time Joseph ran back, screaming and crying, shouting that he'd
killed his father.
It took much comforting as the storm blew in and washed by the island. She
felt sad in one way that it was over now, for from the depths of her mind came
almost instant understanding of the moment, an understanding she could not
convey to the children particularly the guilt-ridden Joseph.
"You didn't kill him," she soothed. "You just sent him away to a different
place."
"Then when will he be back?"
"He he won't be back."
" 'Cause he's dead!"
"No, because they won't let him come back again."
"Why?"
"I guess you'll have to ask them. They'll come for us soon."
"I don't want them here! Not if they took Dad!" The other children nodded in
agreement.
"That's all right. It's for the best. You'll have to grow up now, kids. I'm
afraid it's time."
They came for them only two days after the storm let up. Three of them came,
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anyway Doc and
Chung Lind and Herb, the three who'd been closest to them. The children were
hostile, and Doc, in particular, was taken aback by their accusations that the
Outworlders had taken their father from them. It was particularly tough
because it was true.
They used the belts to get back to the new base location. The basic medical
problems could be taken care of, includ-ing her two cancerous growths. One of
them, benign but still growing, was the reason why she believed herself
pregnant once more. In truth, it would have pre-vented any such happening.
The Outworlders, it seemed, had a cure for cancer and much else.
The children, surprisingly, were in good shape, although Ginny, Sarah, and
Mark were decidedly overweight. They all had, to Doc's satisfaction, a natural
extra skin layer with mild pigmentation that absorbed and diluted the most
harmful radiation. The mutation did not seem natural, and was not. Doc had
been unable to treat the adults for such protection, but she had been able to
add the genetic instruc-tions on both sides should children develop. The
computer, of course, had provided the information and done the actual work.
From a civilization whose builders could fly through sand, stand crushing
pressures and horrible heat, and take oxygen from the rocks, such a minor
thing was child's play.
The children never completely lost their feelings of hostility for the team,
but concern for their mother and the wonders of the base soon diverted their
minds. Rather quickly they were picking up a modern education, although, so
far, it had been next to impossible to get them to wear any clothes at all.
Ginny, however, more than appreciated the tiny absorbent material, vaginally
inserted, that took away much of the problem of the monthly period. Doc had
some pills that did away with the cramps and headaches.
Doc could fix almost everything that was wrong with Dawn, but the eyes
defeated her. "I'm afraid you'll need a full eye transplant, which is not only
tricky but requires a perfect match," she told her. "Either that, or you'll
have to trip."
"I don't want to trip not yet," Dawn responded. "The children are having a
tough enough time getting over the loss of their father. And that transplant
you talk about sounds like a pretty chancy thing."
"It is, unless you went to the edge and had them grow a perfect pair and
implant them with their equipment and facilities. The trouble is, not much is
left up there that would be tolerable to normal humans.
They will have to go, though. There are growths behind them that threaten the
brain itself, and it's too risky to use my ray surgery on it."
Even though she had only a sense of light and dark and vague shapes, the
prospect of that frightened her.
"I 1 don't want to lose them."
"Don't worry. First, we can replace them with inert copies fabricated here. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]