Critics of this theory argue that it is bad strategy to discard the natural advantages of mother-child bonding.
Proponents counter that the resultant bonding-gap explains the high number of feral individuals that have been found in areas around mandala settlements.
Other adherents to this theory argue that the continual tending of the queen, the act of communion with the mother, all the surrounding grooming and singing activities of the smaller members of the nest, serve to imprint the young while they're still inside the parent's body. Additionally, it is believed that the gastropede and the jeflypig are closely related forms-as closely related as humans and chimpanzees-and that therefore they must have similar reproduction strategies.
The only physical evidence to validate this thesis is the violently chewed remains of a retired gastropede found in a scourged nest. It should be noted, however, that other explanations for the death of the creature are also under investigation.
—The Red Book,
(Release 22.19A)
Chapter 80
Purple Butter
"A man's best friend is his dogma."
-SOLOMON SHORT
Abruptly, somebody grabbed my shoulder and pulled me rudely away from Dwan. Dr. Shreiber was screaming in my ear, "What the hell are you doing?"
"Don't interfere with me, Doctor-"
She was already fumbling for her all-purpose hypo. This woman had one cure for everything anesdotize the patient.
I decided not to waste time explaining. I grabbed her leg and yanked, then hammer-slugged the side of her head. I missed badly; she rolled away from me, kicking back at me. Dwan was screaming in panic. I had the disadvantage of not being able to rise, but I had the advantage of my rage. I grabbed Dr. Shreiber's foo~ and pulled, yanked her toward me, chopping sideways with one hand at her belly-missed again-the woman was good; but while she was trying to lever herself into position for a kick, I managed somehow to lift myself up and pull her down under me.
The position was wrong, but I didn't have a choice, I knee-dropped onto her solar plexus before she could kick me in the recreation zone. The pain in my leg was horrendous; like the sound of a bomb going off inside my body. I couldn't rise up, I was sprawled on top of her. She was either going to go for my eyes or my ears, or pop me up off of her and rip out my testicles. I had no advantage-not surprise, not strength, not training. I grabbed her windpipe and squeezed. It would have been very easy to rip it out-but I didn't want to kill her. Now I had her, but I couldn't let go. I couldn't continue and I couldn't stop. Oh, shit.
"Dr. Shreiber," I said, gasping around the pain. "We're going after General Tirelli. Dwan is acting as terminal. Let me pull Lizard out, and you can do anything you want. You can lobotomize me. Try to stop me and I'll kill you. I'll feed you to your own worms. What's it gonna be?" I gave her throat a squeeze.
She gurgled her response.
"What? I didn't understand that." I eased up just a little bit. She said it again. I still didn't understand it, but the emotion behind it was unmistakable. I was going to have to kill her. Shit.
Dwan was still screaming. "The worms! The w-worms are coming!"
I forgot Dr. Shreiber. I grabbed Dwan's hands and pulled her close. I slapped her face. "It can't hurt you! You're a prowler." Dwan's expression crumpled, but she blinked and realized she was safe with me. "It c-can't get to me, c-can it?"
I grabbed her hands again. "Stay with it, Dwan. You're doing fine. No, it can't get to you. But you can get to it. You're stronger now. Just follow my instructions. Will you do that?"
Dr. Shreiber started to say something. Without looking at her, I shoved one hand down over her mouth.
Dwan looked scared. She looked paralyzed. I knew exactly what was happening. The virtual-reality experience was confusing her. She wasn't sure where she was or who she was. It was too real. Overwhelmingly real. In a moment, she'd go into overload-
I squeezed her hands. Hard. "It's me, Jim. Remember? I'm right here. It can't hurt you."
"I'm's-scared, Shim."
"it can't hurt you!"
"I c-can't d-do this anymore."
"Yes, you can."
"N-no, no, I c-can't."
"Dwan! You can do this. I promise, you can do this."
Dwan's expression crumpled, and she began to cry. "Please d-don't make me!"
Shreiber protested from beneath me. "Stop hurting her!" Without thinking, my hand curled into a mallet and slammed the side of her head. Hard. I held my fist in front of her eyes so she could see it.
Dwan was blinking at me. Suddenly wide awake and terrified. "You have to do this, Dwan!" I said. "It's very important. It's for Lizard."
Sobbing, Dwan shook her head. She choked and gasped for breath. A gamble. I slapped her face-not hard; but hard enough. "If you don't do this, Dwan, I'm going to hurt you, very hard. I will hurt you worse than the worm. The worm can't hurt you, Dwan. I can. I'm a lot meaner than the worm, remember that!"
Abruptly, she stopped crying. She stared at me- hard. "You's-son of a b-bitch," she said thickly.
I ignored it. "Where are you?" I demanded.
"I'm in the c-corridor. The w-worm is staring at me. It's chittering. I think it w-wants to rear up, b-but there's no r-room."
"All right, good-now, listen carefully. Here's what I want you to do. I want you to think about your teeth. You have big mean grinding teeth, don't you?"
"Uh-yes, I have manda-manda-manda-balls," Dwan said.
"Okay, good. I want you to use your manda-balls. I want you to chew the worm up as hard as you can."
"Chew the w-worm?"
"You can do it. Lieutenant Siegel would want you to do it. Do it for Kurt, okay? Just chew the worm up. This is all the bad worms in the world, and you can chew him up just like a cookie. Just leap forward and start biting. He can't hurt you, but you can kill him. Go ahead, now. Ready? One, two, three-"
Dwan's expression tightened in concentration. Her mouth worked ferociously. She looked like she was biting into something horrible. She looked like she was sucking and spitting. Wet gurgling noises came from her throat. She squinched up her face in a horrible grimace; her eyes were tightly shut.
"Pretend it's a banana." I said
For a moment, I couldn't tell what she was doing. I thought that she was choking or sobbing. Then I realized that she was laughing, giggling. "It tastes like b-butter," she said. "Only p-purple. It's all hairy inside."
"You're inside of it?"
"Oh, yes. It't-tried to eat me, so I c-climbed down its throat and chewed m-my way all the way to the b-back. I th-think it's d-dead." She laughed. "I c-came out the other end. That was f-fun. Can we do it again?"
"If we find any more worms, yes-first we have to find Lizard."
"She's right here."
"What!"
"The w-worm was trying to g-get her out."
"Out? Where is she?"
"She's c-caught way up in the c-corridor. It's all twisted's-sideways and b-bent. She's jammed in."
I didn't want to ask. I had to. "Is she alive?"
"I c-can't tell. I have to g-get closer."
"Okay. Now, listen. I want you to be very, very careful. Can you pull the walls apart?"
"Yes, b-but-I'm afraid she'll f-fall."
"Go slowly, Dwan. Take your time."
"It's.okay. I th-think I c-can do this."
Dr. Shreiber levered herself painfully up. "Is she warm?" she asked. She pushed at me in annoyance. "Okay, McCarthy, you've won, goddammit. Now, let me up. Let me do my job." I had to trust her. I rolled my weight off her.