The shreek digests the brain of its prey differently from the rest of its
food. It transforms the neural tissue that it devours into compressed nodules in its own brain. Rey Raza figures that this was intended by the gene engineers of this creature to help it learn the habits of its prey.
Gazing out on the night world through the shreek's infrasensitive eyes, Rey feels the alert, nocturnal need of the dune lemurs sharing the shreek's brain with him. This carnivore has eaten enough lemurs to infuse Rey with the twittery
music of their simple brains, mere cortical nodes full of reflex and no reflection. For days he has prowled thus, without pain yet feeling his own macerated body moving slowly and usefully through the shreek's entrails.
He wants the shreek to churn its pelvic and pectoral pinion-fins and climb higher, toward the untouchable veils of stars. The silver current of the Milky Way flows to the black horizon, and staring at it comforts him in his solitude. But the beast has spotted a flitting glimmer among the nested craters below, and it spurts in that direction, flashing downward between the cathedral boulders of an eroded rim wall. Zubu cacti herded along the slipface of dunes come into
view, quilled, gray-green shadowspheres in the shreek's night vision, wisping a thin lavender heat under the crinkly stars.
The shreek's dive pulls up sharply before an obelisk rock at the center of an ancient crater. A soft animal flame shines from around the boulder's edge. It is another shreek, its body heat ruffling with the wind in oily waves of scarlet
and vermilion. The creatures approach each other, lock muzzles, and display their gutsacks.
Rey startles to see the strange moon of a chewed human face bulging against the other shreek's flank. Even missing its lower jaw and nose, the head is recognizable to Rey as the Commonality agent to whom he had agreed to sell the archaic brain-the agent who had assured him there would be no bloodshed and then had sent his semblor with a gang of murderous distorts to retrieve Mr. Charlie from the caravan. So, choice has led to chance yet again, and here is the treacherous Sitor Ananta, gazing with stringy eye-sockets at the desert floor.
Rey knows that the agent's brain tissue is folded into the glittery nerve lobes of the shreek who ate him. No doubt the man is staring at him through the eyes of his shreek with the same shameful mix of horror and hopeless resignation he himself feels. But there is no way for devoured men to communicate.
The slither of syrups in the gutsacks shivers with the shreeks' mutual joy at their successful feeding. Both bellies are full, and there will be no need for them to fight. As a couple, they can better stalk their next meal and perhaps even join others on the endless hunt. They unclasp the fangmesh of their faces and swim away together under the starry sky and the night's two moons.