Nancy Kress - Nothing Human

“Sure you’re full, honey?” he teased.

“Yes. But why don’t you order some… some coffee or something.”

He never drank coffee at lunch. He saw she wanted more time to say something uncomfortable. Flagging the waiter, he ordered coffee.

“Go ahead and tell me, Lillie. Whatever it is.” She smiled at him with grateful constraint. “Yes. Well, it’s the pribir. Something the pribir are going to do.” His stomach made a fist. “What?”

“They’ve given us so much. All the genetic gifts, and the greater knowledge of ourselves—”

“That’s not you talking, Lillie. That’s a PR statement. I think I even know which press release.”

She grinned at him, a much more honest grin than her previous smile. “Major Connington, right? Okay, I’ll tell you straight. The pribir have given us a lot, and now they want something in return. They want some of us kids to go up aboard their ship. I want to go.”

Whatever he’d vaguely expected, it hadn’t been that. Never that. For a moment all he could do was stare, stunned. Her wide gray eyes, gold-flecked, stared back.

“Uncle Keith—”

“No. Absolutely no. Under all circumstances, no.”

“Now you sound like Mr. Romero.”

“Lillie, you’re thirteen years old!”

She said reasonably, “I can’t help that.”

“Think. To go blindly aboard some spacecraft you never saw, to some aliens…” He couldn’t even finish. They weren’t the kinds of words you ever thought you’d have to say in real life. Comic-book words, video-game words. Yet the chair under him was solid as ever, and the ordinary silverware gleamed on the white tablecloth.

“I told you,” she said patiently, “they’re not aliens. They’re people. Humans.”

He grasped at anything. “What on Earth makes you think the president, or whoever, would let you go?”

“Well, we don’t know that,” she admitted.

“What if the military said no? Then what?”

“I don’t know.”

He had a sudden terrifying thought. The pribir dispensed molecules, undetected by anyone on Earth, to give the children information. Could the pribir just as easily dispense molecules to make Washington agree to this plan? Brainwashing government to release children? No, no one except the children could even smell the pribir’s molecules. No one else had the necessary, genetically engineered equipment.

He said, stalling, “What do the ali… the pribir allegedly want you there for, anyway?”

“To teach us,” she said.

“Teach you what?”

“I don’t know.”

“For what purpose?”

“I don’t know.”

Fear got the better of him. “You don’t know much!”

“I know this,” Lillie said. “I’m going.”

For once, the press didn’t get the story. Keith didn’t know how many children the pribir wanted aboard their ship… It was too surreal to even think about. No one had ever seen their ship from the inside. It was in orbit around the moon, not the Earth, and although satellites, the Hubble, the International Space Station, and various space shuttles from three countries had of course photographed it when it was visible and they were in position, the photographs were all classified. An entire amateur following had grown up on the Net, posting its orbit with precision accuracy and speculating on its size and composition, but not much could actually be known from Earth.

The two big questions were: How did the pribir get close enough to Earth to drop their “inhalant molecules” over Washington? And was their ship reachable with nuclear missiles, or some equivalently deadly weapon?

Someone might know the answers. Keith didn’t.

For the next few days, he and Lillie didn’t refer to their discussion at the restaurant. She was pleasant, slightly distant, seemingly absorbed in her schoolwork and friends. But Keith was beginning to suspect that he had simplified Lillie in his mind, and that the Lillie he thought he knew, although genuine, concealed caverns he did not know.

A boy in her group of friends, Mike Franzi, had a birthday. Lillie confided shyly to Keith that she “liked” Mike. His friends at the boys’ dorm gave him a raucous party that reportedly went on all night. Some of the girls, including Lillie and Theresa, sneaked into the party. Keith was informed of this transgression and was expected to discipline his niece.

He met with her at a picnic area beside the Youth Center. In the hectic heat, August flowers bloomed in a riot of color: chrysanthemums, asters, black-eyed Susans. Lillie had brought Theresa with her, presumably for moral support.

“You weren’t supposed to be in the boys’ dorm after hours, Lillie.”

“We didn’t do anything, Uncle Keith.”

“We’re not like that,” Theresa said, earnestly if vaguely.

Keith felt helpless. What did he know about disciplining teenage girls, even under normal circumstances? The two sat across the picnic table from him, dressed in shorts and brief red tops with strange little mirrors sewn around the necklines. Two pretty young girls with round, unlined faces, their long hair caught back with red leather clips. Both wore hideous purplish lipstick. He had no idea what to say to them.

Lillie helped him out. “I know it was against the rules, Uncle Keith, but we were careful and anyway we won’t do it again.”

“Well, uh, I believe you.”

“Then can I ask you something else?”

“Of course.” Now what?

The girls exchanged a glance. Then Lillie said in a rush, “Tess’s family has a vacation place in New Mexico!”

“It’s not really fancy or anything,” Theresa said. “It’s just a lot of empty land in the desert. Bare, so my father got it real cheap. But there’s a cabin and my mother likes it ‘cause she’s from New Mexico, so we go there sometimes in October to hike and stuff. Over Columbus Day vacation from school.”

“And Tess asked me to go with her! Can I?”

Keith thought rapidly. October. New Mexico. Death threats on the Net. He said, “Well, we can talk about it, at least.”

“That’s just a delayed ‘no,’ ” Lillie said flatly.

“Not necessarily.”

Theresa said shrewdly, “It’s really safe out there in the desert, Mr. Anderson. Believe me, there’s nothing near my folks’ property. The cabin doesn’t even have a computer.”

He said, “You don’t even know if you’ll be done here at Andrews by October, or if the government will permit you off base by then.”

“I know all that,” Lillie said. “Of course I’m only hoping to go if we’re finished here at Andrews and if I’m back in time from the pribir ship.”

Keith felt his temper rise, pushed it back down. “You are not going on a pribir ship.”

Lillie stood. The tiny mirrors on her shirt flashed in shards of sunlight. She said calmly but distantly, “I guess you’re right, Uncle Keith—we should talk about this some other time.”

“I agree. Meanwhile, do you ladies want to go out for a Coke?”

“I’m sorry, I have to study,” Lillie said. “But thanks.”

“Kind of tough on you keeping school going the whole year around,” he said, wanting to keep the conversation going. She seemed so remote.

“I don’t mind. But Tess and I have a big French test tomorrow.”

French. For children who communicated in an exotic molecular language with aliens.

“Lillie… we used to be able to talk to each other.”

“We can still talk. What do you want to talk about?”

A polite wall. Did this happen with all teenagers, or was it a product of the situation? He had no way to tell. Theresa stared down at the picnic table, embarrassed.

“Nothing,” Keith said. “You better study now.”