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microcephalic heads from the pre-dawn Solomon Islands of Man the
Machine-less all mythological, of course the voice, which was of course
in his head and not in the air, began to flick around the walls and paths,
running away from him. It was a note-perfect memory of a recent piece of
popular music. It blossomed out with eight instruments in more-or-less
counterpoint, but Jai had never cared for popular music; he found the
body that was darting about, with the mind inside it like a fish, and
stalking her from behind a wall, leapt into her way. She gasped, totally
human. Then she sang inside her head, this large, solid, unpretty, naked
girl:
O blue! nursery! O films, gravity, confusion, confusion! Then she made
something up. It went:
You just jumped.
Jump! Jump!
It is fun to jump.
"Good God, who let you out!" said Jai before he knew he had spoken
aloud, and grasping her by the arm, read the tag around her neck. The
bonfires were beautiful in her eyes. So was he. She said, "Pretty! Pretty!"
and throwing her arms around him, gazed into his eyes at the reflection of
the beautiful fires.
"Do you want to go there?" he said involuntarily. "Do you think you
mustn't?"
"Pretty," she said again. He was stroking her back. She said, "Pritt,
pritt," like a cat, believing this to be part of the other, all-important word,
and turning to him excitedly, stood on tiptoe with her back bent, and
pushed her pelvis into his. She clung to him, her mouth pursed for a kiss,
her body working frankly; he remembered how well they were educated,
these feebleminded, and was not surprised. She had been watching the
couples. Even as she got down awkwardly on her back and spread her
knees, her face was turned wistfully toward the fires. He remembered how
the schools painfully taught them manners, taught them elementary
courtesy; he was afraid she was accustomed to being masturbated but
could find nothing clear in her memories. She might be frightened. He got
down on his knees and tried again to find something clear in her mind but
could not, and he was so hot (and she so annoyed and impatient) and
heard, when he entered her, one clear, curious note of surprise: teacher
doesn't do this, before he exploded in white-hot ruins that rattled his
teeth.
When he came to himself, she wished to go on, but Jai could not do
what teacher did because he hadn't the equipment, except on his own
person. Mouth or hands she would not allow; they scandalized and
frightened her. She lay, weeping quietly, while Jai tried to explain, and
giving up the explanation, stroked her as she wept, and lay with her
cheek-to-cheek. Her heavy face was flushed, her eyes fixed mournfully on
the far-away party. When he could, he began again, carefully and
patiently, wooing her for her pleasure, courting not her body but her
mind, a little discommoded by her clumsiness, but dissolving with
enormous relief into that fragrant soul stretched limb for limb under him.
She blotted out the party.
"You're human," said Jai when she had opened her eyes; "You're
human, did you know that?" and she smiled at his tone.
When he left her in the security hut, she wept all over again, but he was
glad that in a few minutes she had begun to forget and was singing again,
with her amazing rote memory, another popular song.
On his way back to Ivat, there was a gang wrecking a house. He put his
back into it, helping them strip the delicate plastic paneling with the
built-in hum and the unexpectedly tough plates of the ceiling. These had
to be pried off with bars, so then he stood on heaps of the things that gave
way under his feet, the whole ceiling collapsing around him in a roar of old
insulating dust and ornamental wires. He bullied the others, who were too
drunk to think, dragging them by the hair and throwing them on the
things they were to break, kicking them in a fury, driving them backward
by cuffing them in the face until they fell over the molded glass boards
where, like insects, they began to rip and tear. He backed against the
outer wall, and wrapping his arms around the main beam, pulled until it
screamed. He could not, of course, bring it down. As he let go and
stumbled back, a man crawled out from under one of the fallen ceiling
plates, looking absurdly like a turtle, half dragging the plate with him, and
Jai hit him in the face. He stubbornly continued to crawl, bleeding over
the rubble of glass boards and glass brick. I'll batter you again, thought
Jai, and did it, And again, and did it, And again, and did it. The man
crawled on, dragging one leg and whispering unpleasantly. He seemed to
have no nose. Someone slowly stooped and picked up a brick to throw at
Jai Vedh, but before the blurred soul could move, Jai had dodged and was
gone. Everything was amusingly slow. Off in the distance Ivat was boiling
furiously about something so Jai went in that direction, avoiding the
dying bonfires and the ten or twelve or twenty bodies in one linked spasm,
the gutted houses, the sharp edges of broken plastic on the grass. There
wasn't much to burn in the houses. He sidestepped the dead. By the time
he reached Ivat he was laughing. Just before, there was someone in a
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