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ISAAC PETROV
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Alien Whispers
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W hich of them are your proposed human
candidates?”
“Those two females, Master Rew.”
Two young girls—they can’t be older than sixteen—
walk side by side down the sidewalk and talk animatedly
with their heads close to each other. A horse passes by
along this sleepy residential street—Miel Way—pulling a
cart loaded with wooden barrels. The driver shouts a
casual greeting at them, but the girls are too absorbed to
notice the world around them.
They certainly don’t notice the two aliens floating
nearby, inspecting them closely. The two strangers are
there and not there at the same time, invisible to human
eyes.
For now.
“Their halos are unusually strong. You did select well,
Walker Qoh.”
“Their halos are the brightest I have yet seen in a
human, Master Rew. And I did find two simultaneously.
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A line, look!” The black girl points at a passing
electric bicycle buzzing along Miel Way towards
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where the colony meets the Veluwa woods. “Isn’t that your
mom?”
The white girl scoffs and shakes her head. “She’s so
busy with her Joyousday preparations, she didn’t even
notice us!”
The black girl sniffs the warm fragrance left in the
bicycle’s wake and smiles. “Oh, I think you have freshly
baked bread waiting for lunch, lucky girl. Ouch!” She stops
and rubs the back of her right leg.
“Edda?” Aline puts a hand on her friend’s shoulder, a
crease of concern on her brow. “Are you alright?”
The black girl—Edda—bursts into a lighthearted
laugh. “Goah, sorry. It’s nothing. Just… my calves are still
burning from all the dancing. Aren’t you sore?”
“I don’t spend my days tiptoeing around in a classroom
like a delicate princess. I’ve got muscles in my legs, not
porcelain. You need a nap, sister. That will fix you.”
“Spoken like a true engineer.” Edda chuckles. “And I’m
sure as Dem hitting the pillow. After lunch. Your mum’s
load made me more hungry than tired!”
The walkway is almost empty at this time of the early
afternoon in the sleepy colony of Lunteren. Nap time,
indeed. Edda sees an old man walking a dog farther down
the street. Elder Ramaker, of course. With Tweeny, his
Golden Retriever. Must be one p.m. already—Elder
Ramaker is as predictable as the Quaestor’s call to service.
He is a long-time friend of her dad. Since childhood, being
a boy neighbor of the same age and all that. Not quite
unlike her own relationship with Aline. Edda smiles at the
thought.
Elder Ramaker bends a corner and disappears from
their view behind one of the red-bricked, double-story
residential houses that flank the street.
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“No, what?”
“My mom didn’t believe that… that…”
“Oh, cut that horseshit this instant!” Aline says, her
voice raised in anger. She points a finger to Edda’s face.
“How dare you talk such rubbish a week before my mom’s
Joyousday?”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…” Edda raises her hands in a
gesture of surrender. “Doesn’t matter.”
They walk in silence for an entire block until they reach
a house with half a dozen toddlers playing or napping on
the front yard under the watchful eye of a man.
“Redeemed van Dolah,” he says, nodding at Edda.
“Woman Speese.” He smiles at Aline and skillfully picks up
two sleeping toddlers, one on each arm, and hands them
over to the two young women.
Between hushed words of love, Edda and Aline
warmly wrap each child without waking them up, and with
the competent help of the man, attach them to their backs
with flexible leather bands. With a curt parting gesture,
both mothers resume their walk home. Edda’s is just one
block down. Aline’s two more.
“I’m sorry, Aline,” Edda says after a long while in a
muffled tone. “I didn’t mean any of that. I’m just… tired
after the Joyousday party.”
Aline sighs and shakes her head, but her lips slowly
begin to curve into a smile. “Somebody needs a nap more
than baby Hans.”
Edda chuckles. “You can say that out loud, sister.” She
gestures with her head at Aline’s sleeping daughter. “But
not too loud.”
“Say hi to the family,” Aline says when they finally
reach Edda’s front yard. “And don’t forget about tonight!”
Edda rolls her eyes. “Goah, like you’d let me… Harbor.
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Y our assessment, Walker Qoh. Can the two human
females change the world?”
“One of them can, Master Rew.” As Qoh speaks, a
mental image of Aline complements her words. “This
female is a tool-maker in her society, creative and
resourceful. She is driven by a deep need to recover the
human ecosystem from the devastations of their earlier
predations. Furthermore, she is willing to assume
considerable risk to further her agenda. Combined with
the potency of her halo, I do rate her as one of our
worthiest human candidates yet.”
“I do concur. Do add her to the roster of official
candidates. Can the other human change the world?”
“Alas, no.”
“Do elaborate.”
“Yes, Master Rew.” The mental image of Edda crosses
between them. “This female is an educator in her society
—a repository and supplier of human knowledge. She is
comfortable with the privileges of her position. Although
intellectually inclined, she does not appear to be driven by
an irresistible motivation to better her world. Maintaining
stable bonds with her fellow humans appears to be her
main priority.”
“A conformist.”
“Indeed, Master Rew. I do sense her disregard for
change. More than disregard: fear. Alas, she does not
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qualify.”
Rew remains silent for a few seconds. “Her halo is
strong,” the alien finally says.
“It is, indeed. Alas, her motivation is not.”
“I do fear you might be too hasty in your assessment,
Walker Qoh. There is something stirring inside that
human. Something that reverberates with promise.”
“I do sense it as well. Alas, it is impossible to discern. It
could be trauma, terror, depression, psychosis—even
fantasies. Whatever its nature, it lies locked too deep in her
psyche to be of use to us.”
“Indeed. And I shall attempt to unlock it.”
Qoh does not reply immediately. “I do fail to
understand, Master Rew. There are other promising
humans that would profit from your attention.”
“Not like this human.”
“Perhaps not with such a strong halo, but certainly with
more defined motivations to change their world.”
“The potential of this human justifies the effort. Do
alert me as soon as she leaves the wake, Walker Qoh.”
“The human is dreaming right now.”
“In the daytime?”
“Her body required resting from unusual physical
activity.”
“Very well. I shall intervene now, and then you shall
monitor the human for alterations in her inner drive.”
“Yes, Master Rew. May I inquire about the nature of
your intervention?”
“You did report that the human is an educator—a
repository of knowledge. I shall challenge her knowledge.”
“I do fail to understand how a shake of her
understanding can unlock her inner drive.”
“It may very well not. But I do feel that the pressure
inside the tight walls of her psyche may be higher than we
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D o educate, human.”
The commanding words echo in Edda’s
unconscious mind like a patch of oil on boiling water—
bringing order to the whirling chaos of her wandering
psyche. Patches of bright colors and suggestive shadows
begin to solidify around her, carving themselves out of the
wild imagery and loud, sensory tumult.
“Do educate, human.”
A tiny universe freezes in place around her awareness:
a school classroom. Her school classroom. Edda is standing
at the front, where she usually does, next to the scratched
blackboard. With a piece of chalk in her hand, she stares
with a patient look at her floating students.
They are slowly falling down like a feather in still air,
each seated behind their wooden desk. Even the empty
desks on the back fall in tempo. It takes two, three seconds,
until the last child is firmly on the ground, staring back at
her with large, curious eyes.
Her students love her. No, adore her. There’s nothing in
the world that makes her more proud than hearing her
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D ad, Dad!” As Edda dashes into the living room,
two heads turn towards her. “Oh!”
“Aws Blessings to you, Edda.” A blushing, beautiful
white woman in her early twenties with long braids of
blonde hair stands and straightens her purple robes. “I
didn’t know you were here.”
“Aws Blessings to you, Quaestor Mathus,” Edda replies
politely, blinking at the woman and then at her dad, who
smiles awkwardly at her from the coach. “I thought you
two were not… uh…”
Quaestor Mathus purses her lips and diverts her blue
eyes. “We aren’t together, Edda.” She turns to Edda’s
father. “We aren’t. Are we, Will?”
“No,” he says, and a flash of pain crosses the
Quaestor’s face. Willem—that’s his name—pushes his
glasses up his nose and meets Edda’s gaze with his gentle
brown eyes. He is white and has a certain intellectual air
about him. Perhaps it is his thin glasses, or his advanced
age—almost twenty-seven—or the way he wears his tunic,
carelessly wrapped around his tall, thin frame like a second
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“I- I don’t—”
“Can you imagine the scandal?” Willem asks. “The hit
to our reputation? Nobody would want to dowry-bind with
us, Goah’s Mercy! You better start thinking like an Elder.
Think of Hans. He needs a sister!”
Marjolein wags her finger at Edda. “Delaying the
Joyousday is a very serious violation of aws Gift, Edda.
Aws Head would certainly cancel the Van Dolah’s annual
karma assignment without blinking.”
Edda remains silent, lips pressed.
“Are you even listening?” Willem asks, his voice a notch
louder.
She lowers her gaze and nods slowly.
Marjolein walks towards her, a warm smile on her face.
She takes Edda’s hand in hers and says, “You know we
mean well, Edda. Only Goah knows where any of us
would be without a timely, corrective hand. It is human
nature to go astray without the guidance of our betters.
You promise to think about all this?”
You are hiding something, Quaestor. And my dad knows it, too.
He’s not stupid. Edda suppresses her thoughts with a slash of
her will and composes her facial expression at once. She’s
always been good at that. “Yes, Quaestor,” she says,
without raising her eyes.
“Good. I am proud of you,” Marjolein says. “We both
are.”
Edda meets Marjolein’s blue eyes and gives her a very
convincing, grateful smile.
She’s always been good at that, too.
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“
D o report, Walker Qoh. Can the human female
change the world?”
“I do fear she cannot, Master Rew. Her nature is to
yield to the will of others, even when there is doubt in her
mind.”
“A conformist.”
“A conformist, indeed. Utterly useless to us. She is
irremediably locked in place by human social constructs
too abstract for me to comprehend.”
“Reputation. Wealth. Status. Family.”
“If you do say so, Master Rew. The words are alien
to me.”
“And fear.”
“Indeed. Fear of change. Alas, that alone disqualifies
the human as a worthy candidate.”
“Regrettable. Her halo did promise considerable
potential.”
“Halo without inner drive is like a supernova too far
away to matter.”
“Alas, you are correct, Walker. And yet, after my dive in
her dream, I did sense a growing pressure in her psyche, an
unbearable urge to grow her knowledge. As Human
Whisperer, I do admit being surprised that none of it
resulted in substantial action.”
“Humans are weak, Master Rew.”
“Alas, they are. Do stop every surveillance on this
human and refocus your efforts on your next most
promising candidate.”
“Yes, Master Rew.”
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decorated door on the far end of the room. The truth, that’s
what.
“Redeemed van Dolah? Please, I insist.”
What truth, stupid girl? There’s only one truth in this place. She
throws a glimpse at the glowering Eyes on the wall—the
piercing gaze of a hungry god. She shudders. This is the end
of the path. That is the simple truth that we are born with. This
is… where the soul leaves the body.
“Redeemed van Dolah?” Elder Aaij places a gentle
hand on her shoulder. “Please.”
Where the soul leaves…. a healthy body. The dissonance
clashing in her mind twirls with growing pressure. Bodies
don’t just stop working on their own, Goah’s Mercy! What,
they enter this place—somewhere beyond that door—and
the heart miraculously stops? Only because they were born
twenty-seven years ago to the day? And what when there
are delays? Some people delay their Joyousday for a few
days. It’s not that unusual. There are always last-minute
urgencies, out-of-colony family members, or just bad
weather. No, it’s not age. It is this place. It’s got to fucking
be. You enter whole, you never leave.
The thoughts—the pressure—begin to escape Edda’s
control. She trembles slightly—her entire body does—
enough for Elder Aaij to notice on his hand.
“Redeemed van Dolah? Are you okay?”
But her mind is elsewhere, still grappling with the
implications. There are other layers of truth, obviously.
There are secrets here. So much is now obvious to her.
Secrets that matter. Secrets of life and death. Why in
Goah’s Name haven’t people ever questioned what
happened here? Why hasn’t she? Why, because of… faith?
Do our brains simply stop functioning when soothed by dogma?
A flash of realization makes her jolt in place.
“Redeemed van Dolah?”
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“Hey!”
She reaches the door, and with both hands, pulls it
open to a gaping darkness. It doesn’t matter to her. She
runs blindly into the Evocation room, the horrifying
memory still so vivid in the mind that she knows the exact
location of every piece of furniture.
“Stop!”
Elder Aaij’s heavy steps are approaching quickly from
behind, but Edda doesn’t turn to look. She moves hastily
sideways, hands tapping aimlessly, until she painfully hits
the right wall. Then, before even Elder Aaij has entered
the room, she throws herself into a run towards the pitch-
black depths of the House. Luckily, nothing has been
displaced in three years. No wonder. This is a holy place,
not a store front.
“What do you think you’re doing?! It’s forbidden in
there!”
As she reaches the other end of the room, Elder Aaij is
entering the room, his candle swaying furiously in his
hand. Edda’s starved eyes are grateful for the faint
illumination, her surroundings suddenly uncovered by a
rabid dance of lights and shadows.
And she sees it there. Next to her. So close.
The last door.
“Hold it!”
Elder Aaij’s cry is so loud, so unusually harsh, that it
freezes Edda in place. She turns her face and finds the
large man standing at the opposite side of the room, a
horrified expression on his face, gesturing furiously with his
free hand at her to stand away from the door.
“It’s forbidden, Redeemed van Dolah. Really
forbidden!”
Edda looks him in the eyes. He is afraid. He is
obviously afraid. Of what? “What’s behind this door?”
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The Backroom
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SIX
Oh, so slowly.
And time keeps relentlessly ticking away. Pure sin, Aline
is going to kill me! I’ll have to run the whole fucking way to the
harbor. And I left my flashlight at home. Just perfect.
The wagon takes forever to pass by—a large, shapeless
shadow in the night, slowly screeching along. And as
anxious as she is to leap and run to Aline, she forces herself
into tactical caution and lets more time pass before she
finally dares a peek.
Yeah, the cart is a safe way up the path, almost by the
Joyousday House.
Edda gets on her feet, and as she begins a trot down in
the opposite direction, a sudden light from behind freezes
her in place. She turns slowly towards the source, eyes wide
open, heart quickened.
Ah! she breathes out with relief. It’s just the door to the
Joyousday House. It has opened and Elder Aaij is out to
greet the supply wagon with an electric lamp in his hand.
The driver dismounts—his shape vaguely visible against
the faint illumination—and replies something back. From
the distance, Edda cannot make out the individual words,
but judging by the curt, casual exchange, they seem to
know each other well.
Edda squints at the wagon. Almost invisible in the
night, it is calling her attention with increasing subliminal
urgency. There is something about it… Something…
What, Goah’s Mercy? She cannot quite put her finger on it,
but that goahdamn cart is trying to… to tell her something.
Like it’s screaming at her and she’s deaf. Goah, there’s no time
for this. Aline is counting on me. I cannot—
Edda gasps as the thought explodes in her
consciousness with sudden clarity. Supplies! To the Joyousday
House! She gapes at the bulky contours of the cart with
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tactics, don’t you? Or have all those nights of wargaming with Dad
been for nothing?
Elder Aaij emerges from the House and approaches
with a casual gait to take the last box.
A distraction! I need a diversion!
Edda taps frantically on the ground at the edge of the
path. It’s pitch black, so she can only see with her fingertips,
but she thinks it was decorated with… with…
Thank Goah! Pebbles!
She hastily grabs one, takes aim and throws it through
the door into the Joyousday House. It collides with a
satisfactory clash against an inner wall. Bullseye!
A baffled curse from the driver in that same room stops
Elder Aaij in his tracks. A second curse makes him rush
back into the House.
Finally! The cart—the last box—has been left
momentarily exposed. The two men are probably
wondering what’s going on. A bird, perhaps, attracted by
the light? A bat? In a few moments, they will find the
pebble, and then…
Well, what are you waiting for, girl? Either you move your ass
right now, or that’s it.
But I fabricated a gap of just a few seconds. Ten tops. The
risk—
Shut up this instant and ask yourself how much you are willing
to pay for an answer. How much are you willing to risk to bring Dad
proof?
With a curt gasp, Edda leaps forward and approaches
the wagon with more emphasis on speed than on stealth.
The time window is too short to waste it tiptoeing about.
She briskly lays her half-frozen hands on the wooden
box and tries to lift it. But it doesn’t budge. It’s too heavy.
What do you have inside?
The men obviously have enough strength to carry
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them, so if she flexes her legs and pulls with her entire
body, perhaps… Yes! The box trembles in her hands as she
begins to scrape it off the surface of the cart.
Now what? Pure sin! You haven’t thought this through. You can’t
just run off with something so massive!
With a heavy exhalation, she drops the box back on the
cart, and to her horror, something inside makes a loud,
clinking sound, like a dozen glasses clashing against each
other, recklessly shattering the icy silence of the night. The
horse pulling the cart steps in place with nervous hooves.
“There’s somebody there!” The shout arrives an
instant later from within the building. “Thieves!”
Pure sin! It’s only seconds now. She throws her hands on
the wooden box—her eyes useless in the wagon’s shadow—
and taps around its cover with increasingly anxious fingers,
trying to find a lid, a dent, an irregularity. Something to
open it.
Edda hears the hasty footsteps exiting the House.
She scratches the cover—is there even a cover?—and
then slides her nails urgently down the side until—yes!—
she feels the thinnest of lines carved on the surface.
Without hesitation, she drives the tip of her nails into the
gap and—at the risk of tearing them open—pulls them up
with all her strength in a forceful jerk.
The thin, nailed wooden plank unhinges and falls
noisily to the ground. She leans in, hungrily staring into
the depths of the last box, but here, in the shadow of the
main body of the wagon, there is just not enough light to
pierce the blackness.
“Who are you?!” the voice—so close now—asks. It’s
the driver, running down the path towards her.
In her final second of anonymity, Edda stops thinking,
and lets her instincts take over. She throws her right hand
into the box and pulls out a… flask? It is small, the size of a
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Alien Instinct
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P oison?!” Aline asks.
“What else?”
“You- you sure?”
“It’s the only explanation! Think, sister. A happy man
comes into the Joyousday House. They take him to the
backroom, and a few hours later he is… catatonic.”
“But not dead.”
“Well, nobody gets out of there alive, yeah?”
“So you’re saying that the Embrace of Goah is a lie?
How can…? Oh, wait! Perhaps what you’ve seen is the
empty body after the soul departed?”
Edda scoffs. “You really think that? Then what do they
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