Dr. Helen Magnus (
notsocommon) wrote2013-02-23 02:35 pm
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Helen had promised to spend a little more time talking one on one with Wanderer when there weren't the concerns of arrival or the bustle of a party to contend with and she'd settled for having tea with her on a Saturday afternoon. She'd brought Gregory along, of course, because she hated to saddle Will with him when she was unoccupied and it seemed that Wanderer had been fond of the baby; Helen was always pleased with people who were interested in her son.
She was a bit early, so she'd snuggled Gregory in his sling across her chest and gone to boil the water for tea, hoping to at least have that done before Wanderer turned up in the kitchen. Whether or not they'd stay in the Compound was up to her - Helen hardly had an opinion - but this part would need to start here.
When she heard a noise behind her, she turned slightly. "Just getting a few things ready for us. Did you want anything in particular?"
She was a bit early, so she'd snuggled Gregory in his sling across her chest and gone to boil the water for tea, hoping to at least have that done before Wanderer turned up in the kitchen. Whether or not they'd stay in the Compound was up to her - Helen hardly had an opinion - but this part would need to start here.
When she heard a noise behind her, she turned slightly. "Just getting a few things ready for us. Did you want anything in particular?"
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Helen sipped at her tea, trying to think of how best to explain it. "I started out as human but through experimentation I became functionally immortal. Certainly, if I'd been shot and bled out I would have died but my healing factor kept me from most diseases and injury. I am 162 years old as of last August."
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I smiled a little. "I guess there's no way any healer can guard against accidents or dangers like that, no matter where you come from. That's the only way we can die as well, other than if we give ourselves as mothers or, just choose to not move on when the host body dies."
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She felt like she was possibly being rude, asking so many questions, but it had been a long time since she'd encountered a new species and she was as wide-eyed about it as she'd been about any Abnormal back home.
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"It's relatively simple, all things considered," I replied at last, looking at the baby in Helen's arms. "There are very few of us with the potential to become mothers. One for every thousand, or something like that. Once the decision is made, the mother divides herself. Every cell becomes a new life and carries with it the mother's memories, so information isn't lost between generations."
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The last thing Helen wanted was to offend Wanderer when she was being so forthright with her. "Perhaps I didn't mention this earlier but if there's ever anything I ask you that you don't want to answer, please simply tell me. My questions are merely for curiosity's sake, for wanting to learn about something beautiful and unique, and I don't mean to offend you."
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I took a sip from my mug, set it down again. "Not among all of us, the memory thing. But we all remember what our mothers remember, and their mothers, and their mothers, and on it goes. So I guess there is some cross over, but they're dim recollections. Not photographic memories."
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Gregory, for his part, was awake and blinking a little at her. He had gotten a little better at focusing of late and Helen was reasonably sure he'd started recognizing people.
"Now, when you colonize...do you prefer adults or juveniles?"
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"And yet now you're here in this human body. I cannot fathom what that must be like."
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It seemed like this Melanie was a fine example of the human spirit, at the very least. Gregory started fussing a little, soft little cries, and Helen tried her best to soothe him.
"There, there. Don't you fret, little one, Mummy's just having a talk with a friend."
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My eyes went to the baby when he fussed, searching his little face. "He's grown since the first time I saw him. Just a little big bigger."
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"Would you like to hold him? He's comfortable enough with you now that I don't think he'd cry out."
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"You don't think it would frighten him?" I asked. "My eyes...?"
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"For him, it's just another eye color. He may not even be able to really differentiate them yet. It's your face that he'll be focused on, and the feel of you holding him, and he's really too young to be frightened by strangers just yet. I think he'll be just fine."
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"I promise you won't break him."
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I made a sound that was more startled than humor. "He's heavier than I expected."
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"Though some of that may have to do with the fact that your body is very slight and I'm much larger. Was Melanie's body similar to the one you have here?"
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"No, Melanie was taller. And stronger. She liked sports, running and soccer, and she was a fighter. She had to be, with the lift she left. As far as I can tell, Pet was coddled almost from the first."
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"You'll wake up in someone else's body. It's disconcerting, I can imagine."
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"I think I could listen to you talk for hours on end about all this. I apologize, curiosity is both a virtue and a vice of mine."
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