"You mean they will say, ‘Now we see the light,’ and all will be well? We will not get to punch anyone!"
Festina tapped my jacket with one finger. "You’re an Explorer now, Oar. The ideal outcome of any Explorer mission is to walk away safely — not to kick butt, not to make your opponents cry uncle. I don’t know if there’s ever been a mission where Explorers faced alien enemies and the enemies said, ‘So sorry, we won’t bother you anymore… and by the way, take the keys to our spaceship.’ But by God, every Explorer prays for something that works out so tamely. Tameness is good. Tameness means you live another day."
"But they are horrendous villains!" I whispered. "They may seem like foolish beetles, but they and their kind have wreaked havoc throughout the galaxy. On my people. On your people. On the Divians and the Cashlings and all those other species the Shaddill uplifted. Long ago, Cashlings were a sensible species, but now they are vain and obnoxious: is that not a result of the Shaddill’s deeds? And Immu said they did it deliberately! They intended to make the entire Cashling race silly and ineffectual; in a spirit of utter selfishness, these harmless-looking beetles have degraded billions of creatures into jokes."
"You think I don’t know that?" Festina replied. "You think I don’t know how humans and everybody else have been screwed around? Hell, Oar, Homo sapiens is a travesty of what it once was; the whole damned Technocracy is lazy, stupid, and corrupt, all thanks to a bunch of fur-balls who didn’t give a fuck how much trouble they caused, so long as it let them avoid a scary decision. That infuriates me, Oar the whole damned thing makes me livid. I want to snap the mandibles off these shitheads and stuff ’em down their rotten little throats. But I’m not in the business of vengeance; as always, I’m just trying to make the best of a crappy situation. So we grit our teeth, forget that the Tahpo have fucked over more sentient creatures than anyone else in history, and just cross our fingers the last two will remove themselves from the playing field. Once they’re gone, once everybody on our side is safe, then we’ll see if we can fix the damage these bastards have caused."
This plan did not please me at alclass="underline" letting the villains quietly achieve transcendence after all the disruption they had wrought. But I did not have time to devise an alternate strategy because Immu and Esticus were turning our direction. Their faces looked just as ugly as ever… but their mandibles moved less frantically, as if some inner tormenting tension had eased away.
"You were correct," Immu said. "We had both… we had both been foolish on each other’s behalf. All this time…" She made a rasping noise in her throat. "We intend to transform as soon as possible."
"I’m fucking thrilled for you," Festina replied. "Now before you go all jiggly, please release our ships… or even better, tell your computers to obey our instructions and let us take care of—"
"Before any of that," Immu interrupted, "we have to make sure the Blood Honey is effective. It’s been centuries since anyone used it, and some of the ship’s systems are failing from sheer old age. Therefore, we must still try our experiment."
She turned to stare directly at me.
"Uh-oh," Festina said. She turned toward me too. "What?" I asked. "What experiment?"
Then I remembered. "Oh."
The Nature Of Cowardice
"The fountain shouldn’t hurt you," Esticus said, his shovel-tail twitching nervously. "We’ve analyzed the Blood Honey as well as we can. We think it’s still all right; we just aren’t sure."
"But it will turn me into jelly! Purple jelly!"
"If it works," said Immu, "you’ll be a million times more than you are now. Transcendent. With power and intelligence far beyond your wildest dreams."
"But I will be purple jelly! I do not wish to be jelly, regardless of the quality of its dreams."
Immu stepped toward me. It was the first time she had ventured out of direct contact with Esticus. "Weren’t you the one who called us cowards for refusing to change?"
"You were cowards!" I cried. "And you still are — if you cannot muster the courage to act unless I do it first."
"All right," Immu said, taking another step toward me. "So we’re cowards. We’ve thought of ourselves that way for thousands of years — the most cowardly dregs of a race noted for how much it loved to hide. We’re willing to do one last cowardly thing."
She took another step toward me. Festina moved in between us. "You don’t want to do this," she told Immu, ignoring the mandibles that twitched right in front of her face. "If you dump Oar into the fountain and it kills her, the League of Peoples will consider you murderers. You yourself said it was too risky to try with a living person."
"At this point," Immu answered, "I’m willing to take the gamble."
"And it isn’t really a gamble," Esticus said, scurrying up beside his wife. "We’ve done everything possible to check that the honey’s okay. So long as we make our best efforts to ensure Oar’s safety, we won’t be held responsible if something goes wrong." He reached out tentatively to touch my arm. "It’ll transform you into something amazing. Really."
I pulled sharply away from him. "I do not find jelly amazing. I should very much hate turning soft."
"But," said Immu, "it will cure your Tired Brain."
Suddenly, I felt as if everything in the world had gone silent. The fountain continued to burble, the Shaddill swished their mandibles together, Festina breathed softly… yet those sounds all seemed very distant. Very quietly I said, "It will cure my brain?"
"Yes," Immu replied, her translation cloud sliding closer to me. "The honey adjusts cellular activity and
DNA… especially anything related to mental capacity. It vastly expands your intellectual power; and in the process, it will correct the genetic blockages that make your brain Tired."
"That’s right," Esticus put in most eagerly. "We’ve, uhh… you’re not the first of your people who’s gone through this test. Back at the very beginning, when we were certain the Blood Honey was still good, we… we captured one of your men and we… he thanked us afterward, he really did. Before he left to join the Soft Collective. He thanked us, then teleported away by sheer force of will. So there’s nothing to be afraid of, and everything to be gained."
I turned to look at the fountain, still gushing with thick-flowing honey. Out near the edge of the basin, the surface of the pool was calm — like a mirror of clear crimson, barely rippled by the splashing in the middle.
It did not surprise me to see two fiery red eyes glimmering up from the liquid’s glossy surface.
The Pollisand had led me to this room. He had promised to cure me, and guided me straight to the remedy I needed. He had simply neglected to mention the medicine would turn me into purple gloop.
One should never trust alien promises. I ought to have known that by now.
"Perhaps someday," I said, "it will become necessary for me to take this step." I turned to Festina. "If I become such a one as does nothing for weeks on end and refuses to answer no matter how nicely you speak, you have my permission to take drastic action rendering me into a jellylike state. But not yet!" I glared at the two Shaddill. "Do you hear me? I do not wish to bathe in Blood Honey at this time."
"Perhaps not," Immu answered, "but you’re going to anyway."
Her great shovel-tail swept up from the floor. She intended to smack me into the fountain; but Festina was ready for such a tactic. My friend shot her hands forward, striking nasty little Immu hard in the chest with the heels of both palms. Immu staggered back, her aim spoiled; instead of striking me, the tail’s chitin edge swept harmlessly past, barely grazing my jacket sleeve.