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She had an article on Atatua, which is how I came across her writing. And she's
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written about the impact of the philosophy of Ua Lava on the Samoan people. My
guess is that when Aimaina was first studying Ua Lava, he read some works by
Grace Drinker, and then wrote to her with questions, and that's how the
friendship began. But her connection with Malu has nothing to do with Ua Lava.
He represents something older. Before Ua Lava, but Ua Lava still depends on it,
at least here in its homeland it does."
Peter regarded her steadily for a few moments. She could feel him reevaluating
her, deciding that she had a mind after all, that she might, marginally, be
useful. Well, good for you, Peter, thought Wang-mu. How clever you are, to
finally notice that I've got an analytical mind as well as the intuitive,
gnomic, mantic one you decided was all I was good for.
Peter unfolded himself from his chair. "Let's go meet her. And quote her. And
argue with her."
The Hive Queen lay in stillness. Her work of egglaying was done for the day. Her
workers slept in the dark of night, though it wasn't darkness that stopped them
down in the cave of her home. Rather it was her need to be alone inside her
mind, to set aside the thousand distractions of the eyes and ears, the arms and
legs of her workers. All of them demanded her attention, at least now and then,
in order to function; but it also took all her thought to reach out in her mind
and walk the webs that the humans had taught her to think of as The
pequenino fathertree named Human had explained to her that in one of the human
languages this had something to do with love. The connections of love. But the
Hive Queen knew better. Love was the savage coupling of the drones. Love was the
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genes of all creatures demanding that they be replicated, replicated,
replicated. The philotic twining was something else. There was a voluntary
component to it, when the creature was truly sentient. It could bestow its
loyalty where it wanted. This was greater than love, because it created
something more than random offspring. Where loyalty bound creatures together,
they became something larger, something new and whole and inexplicable.
she said to Human, by way of launching their
conversation tonight. They spoke every night like this, mind to mind, though
they had never met. How could they, she always in the dark of her deep home, he
always rooted by the gate of Milagre? But the conversation of the mind was truer
than any language, and they knew each other better than they ever could have by
use of mere sight and touch.
said Human.
make?> Then she told him all that had passed between her and Young Valentine and
Miro today.
said Human.
hard of hearing.>
their new homes. How can we make a good web for catching an aia? Especially one
that already has a home. And where is that home? Where is this bridge my mothers
made? Where is this Jane?>
said Human.
The Hive Queen understood that he was answering her question.
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asked the Hive Queen.
So it's no surprise that he should be the first human like us in his ability to
control more than one body.>
said Human.
body ever since the others came into existence. And for a while it looked like
he might slough off Young Valentine. But that's changed now.>
disease. He just doesn't exchange oxygen well. He can't rise up into
consciousness. Ender's sister, Old Valentine, says that maybe he's paying full
attention to his other selves, so much so that he can't spare any for the here
and now of his own old body. So his body is starting to fail, here and there.
Lungs first. Maybe a little bit everywhere, only it's the lungs that show it
first.>
Human reminded her mildly.
The Hive Queen had already made the connection that Human intended.
more than needing a web to catch the aia of this Jane. We need to catch Ender's
aia, too, and pass it into one of his other bodies.>
queen dies, so also do all her workers.>
right. Only because the workers haven't the capacity to hold a hive queen's
mind.>
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death means nothing to you?>
said Human.
said the Hive Queen.
said Human.
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