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.“Where’s EzRa then, you fuckers?” they shouted when they saw us.“Going to fix everything, are you?” Some of those posses shouted that they would attack the Hosts.If they did they might take down one or two of the weakest, but against those aggressive self-mutilated they’d have no chance.Into the ring of Embassytown we had lost, where the Ariekei had been followed by pet weeds.They were already shaggy or crustlike over what had recently been our architecture.The air here was tainted by theirs.We kept our weapons up.Ariekei saw us, and now it was they who shouted, came forward, ran away.EzRa, EzRa, the voice, where is the voice?“Don’t kill unless you really have to,” said Da.We found a lone Ariekes, turning, pining for words.Come with us, MagDa said.EzRa, the Ariekes said.Come with us, MagDa said, and you will hear EzRa.We buzzed a corvid.It was antique, metal and silicon and polymers: entirely Terretech.We were chary of using our more sophisticated machines now: they were built with a compromise of our traditions and local biorigging, and as addiction spread, they might be tainted.For all we knew they might gush that need if we flew them, in their exhaust, perhaps in the tone of their drone.THE ARIEKES who came with us was called.It was confused and overcome by need for the god-drug’s voice.It was physically starving, too, though it didn’t seem to know it.We gave it food.It followed us because we made promises about EzRa.We took it with us to that infirmary.I wasn’t the only ex-commoner on the committee, who hadn’t known the wing existed.By a series of counter-intuitive corridor turns and staircases we arrived at a heavy door.There was even a guard.Security, in this time when all officers were needed.“Got your message, Ambassador,” he said to MagDa.“I’m still not sure I can.I.” He looked at us.He saw the cowed Ariekes with us.“We’re in martial times, Officer,” MagDa said.“You don’t really think.” “.that the old laws apply.” “Let us in.”Inside, uniformed staff met us and made us welcome.Their anxiety was palpable but muted compared to everyone else’s.There was a pretend normality in those secret halls: it was the only place I’d been for weeks where rhythms didn’t seem utterly sideswiped by the crisis.Carers went with drugs and charts in and out of rooms.I got the sense that this crew would continue with these day-to-day activities until word-starved Ariekei broke through their doors and killed them.I suppose there were other institutions in Embassytown where the dynamic of the quotidian sustained—some hospitals, perhaps some schools, perhaps houses where shiftparents most deeply loved the children.Whenever any society dies there must be heroes whose fightback is to not change.The infirmary was infirmary and asylum and jail for failed Ambassadors.“As if it would work every time you tried to make two people into one,” Bren whispered to me, in scorn.Ambassadors were bred in waves: we passed rooms of men and women all the same generation.First through the corridor of the middle-aged, incarcerated failures more than half a megahour old, staring at the cams and at the one-way glass that kept us invisible.I saw doppels in separated chambers, unlinked I suppose or linked loosely enough that the wall between them caused no discomfort.Looking into room after room I saw faces twice, twice, twice.Some cells were empty and windowless and spare, some opulent with fabrics, looking out over Embassytown and the city.There were inmates secured or limited by electronic tags, even straps.Mostly the infirm, as one of the doctors who guided us called them, said nothing, but one of those buckled in constraints screamed inventive filth at us.How she knew we were passing beyond the opaque glass I don’t know.We saw her mouth move, and the doctor pressed a button that for a few seconds let us hear her.I disliked him for it a great deal.Everything was clean.There were flowers.Wherever possible over double rooms was the printed name of those inside, with honorific: Ambassador HerOt, Ambassador JusTin, Ambassador DagNey [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.“Where’s EzRa then, you fuckers?” they shouted when they saw us.“Going to fix everything, are you?” Some of those posses shouted that they would attack the Hosts.If they did they might take down one or two of the weakest, but against those aggressive self-mutilated they’d have no chance.Into the ring of Embassytown we had lost, where the Ariekei had been followed by pet weeds.They were already shaggy or crustlike over what had recently been our architecture.The air here was tainted by theirs.We kept our weapons up.Ariekei saw us, and now it was they who shouted, came forward, ran away.EzRa, EzRa, the voice, where is the voice?“Don’t kill unless you really have to,” said Da.We found a lone Ariekes, turning, pining for words.Come with us, MagDa said.EzRa, the Ariekes said.Come with us, MagDa said, and you will hear EzRa.We buzzed a corvid.It was antique, metal and silicon and polymers: entirely Terretech.We were chary of using our more sophisticated machines now: they were built with a compromise of our traditions and local biorigging, and as addiction spread, they might be tainted.For all we knew they might gush that need if we flew them, in their exhaust, perhaps in the tone of their drone.THE ARIEKES who came with us was called.It was confused and overcome by need for the god-drug’s voice.It was physically starving, too, though it didn’t seem to know it.We gave it food.It followed us because we made promises about EzRa.We took it with us to that infirmary.I wasn’t the only ex-commoner on the committee, who hadn’t known the wing existed.By a series of counter-intuitive corridor turns and staircases we arrived at a heavy door.There was even a guard.Security, in this time when all officers were needed.“Got your message, Ambassador,” he said to MagDa.“I’m still not sure I can.I.” He looked at us.He saw the cowed Ariekes with us.“We’re in martial times, Officer,” MagDa said.“You don’t really think.” “.that the old laws apply.” “Let us in.”Inside, uniformed staff met us and made us welcome.Their anxiety was palpable but muted compared to everyone else’s.There was a pretend normality in those secret halls: it was the only place I’d been for weeks where rhythms didn’t seem utterly sideswiped by the crisis.Carers went with drugs and charts in and out of rooms.I got the sense that this crew would continue with these day-to-day activities until word-starved Ariekei broke through their doors and killed them.I suppose there were other institutions in Embassytown where the dynamic of the quotidian sustained—some hospitals, perhaps some schools, perhaps houses where shiftparents most deeply loved the children.Whenever any society dies there must be heroes whose fightback is to not change.The infirmary was infirmary and asylum and jail for failed Ambassadors.“As if it would work every time you tried to make two people into one,” Bren whispered to me, in scorn.Ambassadors were bred in waves: we passed rooms of men and women all the same generation.First through the corridor of the middle-aged, incarcerated failures more than half a megahour old, staring at the cams and at the one-way glass that kept us invisible.I saw doppels in separated chambers, unlinked I suppose or linked loosely enough that the wall between them caused no discomfort.Looking into room after room I saw faces twice, twice, twice.Some cells were empty and windowless and spare, some opulent with fabrics, looking out over Embassytown and the city.There were inmates secured or limited by electronic tags, even straps.Mostly the infirm, as one of the doctors who guided us called them, said nothing, but one of those buckled in constraints screamed inventive filth at us.How she knew we were passing beyond the opaque glass I don’t know.We saw her mouth move, and the doctor pressed a button that for a few seconds let us hear her.I disliked him for it a great deal.Everything was clean.There were flowers.Wherever possible over double rooms was the printed name of those inside, with honorific: Ambassador HerOt, Ambassador JusTin, Ambassador DagNey [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]