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Peter Watts 205 <strong>Blindsight</strong><br />

except for those drifting arms. Navy-blue mosaics, almost black in<br />

the longwave, rippled across their surfaces like the patterns of wind<br />

on grass. Superimposed graphics plotted methane and hydrogen at<br />

reassuring Rorschach norms. Temperature and lighting, ditto. An<br />

icon for ambient electromagnetics remained dark.<br />

I dipped into the archives, watched the arrival of the aliens from<br />

two days past; each tumbling unceremoniously into its pen, balled<br />

up, hugging themselves as they bounced gently around their<br />

enclosures. Fetal position, I thought—but after a few moments the<br />

arms uncoiled, like the blooming of calcareous flowers.<br />

"Robert says Rorschach grows them," Susan James said behind<br />

me.<br />

I turned. Definitely James in there, but—muted, somehow. Her<br />

meal remained untouched. Her surfaces were dim.<br />

Except for the eyes. Those were deep, and a little hollow.<br />

"Grows?" I repeated.<br />

"In stacks. They have two navels each." She managed a weak<br />

smile, touched her belly with one hand and the small of her back<br />

with the other. "One in front, one behind. He thinks they grow in<br />

a kind of column, piled up. When the top one develops to a certain<br />

point, it buds off from the stack and becomes free-living."<br />

The archived scramblers were exploring their new environment<br />

now, climbing gingerly along the walls, unrolling their arms along<br />

the corners where the panels met. Those swollen central bodies<br />

struck me again. "So that first one, with the flattened..."<br />

"Juvenile," she agreed. "Fresh off the stack. These ones are<br />

older. They, they plump out as they mature. Robert says," she<br />

added after a moment.<br />

I sucked the dregs from my squeezebulb. "The ship grows its<br />

own crew."<br />

"If it's a ship." James shrugged. "If they're crew."<br />

I watched them move. There wasn't much to explore; the walls<br />

were almost bare, innocent of anything but a few sensor heads and<br />

gas nozzles. The pens had their own tentacles and manipulators<br />

for more invasive research needs, but those had been carefully<br />

sheathed during introduction. Still, the creatures covered the<br />

territory in careful increments, moving back and forth along

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