half of
the globe's interior was filled with water, darkened with what looked
like blood. In the center floated a dark, shapeless thing.
The sentientologist said, "It's a native of Webn. A seal-centaur. I've
never seen one in the flesh before, but I've seen Walisk photos of one.
The globe would be the Webnite's self-contained cabin while it's being
transported in the ship. It can also be used for a lifeboat. And it
evidently has. I've heard that . . ."
Toyce stopped. Like Ramstan, she'd been watching the globe on the screen
and so was also taken by surprise. But her reaction came from forgetfulness,
whereas Ramstan's came from novelty.
The globe drooped, collapsed, ran together, poured over the being in
the center, and broke away from it with a pop like bubble gum. Bloodied
water cascaded over the deck, and the globe had disappeared. The body
sprawled in the center of blackened wetness.
"The Raushghols told me that a Webn sphere dissolves in its own water
once it's been broken open by force. Believe it or not, that's what
they said. The stuff it's made from is supposedly woven by a giant
half-sentient sea creature, and . . ."
"How can a thing be half-sentient?" Ramstan said.
"I'm just quoting the Raushghol."
A party rolled the 227-kilogram body onto an a-g sled. The sled rose
into the air, and one man directed it toward sickbay. Ramstan watched
its progress down the corridors and into the ward. Toyce supervised
the three physicians delegated to treat the Webnite. Ten minutes later,
she reported.
"Something small but hard and sharp passed entirely through her body,"
she said. "It must have been going at such a speed it passed through
the sphere, too. A tiny meteorite? Anyway, the sphere must have closed
up within microseconds after being pentrated on both sides. Otherwise,
the air and the water would have boiled off."
"Is she dying?" Ramstan said.
Toyce looked again at the oscilloscopes registering the overall state
of health of the finned and armed mass lying on its back in a shallow
basin on a broad temporary table.
"She's holding her own -- I think. How would I know? I don't know anything
about the physiology -- or anatomy, either -- of an aquatic sentient from
Webn. Hell, what's her blood pressure supposed to be? And what's her blood
type? You should see the vanadium and magnesium content. Enough to make you
drop dead on the spot if it were in your bloodstream. I'm exaggerating,
of course, but it would make you sick."
The Webnite was exactly 3.2 meters long, and covered by a sealy
chocolate-brown fur. The flippers extended straight out from her body
and made up one-third of her length. The belly was huge, though she was
not pregnant. The breasts were pendulous and small in proportion to the
size of the body. The arms were long; the hands, very broad and flat;
the fingers, webbed to the first joint. The head was humanoid. Her eyes
were deeply sunk and, at the moment, covered by a transparent inner lid.
"The lids are far enough away from the eyeballs to form a sort of goggle,"
Toyce said.
She also reported that the Webnite's nostrils could be closed tightly.
She had no external ears, and this added to the weirdness of her appearance.
"See, she has a pouch -- much like a kangaroo's," Toyce said. "She may be
of a species that's regressed, anatomically speaking, gone back to the sea.
But a reversion to marsupialism? Doesn't seem likely."
She forced her hand into the tight opening, looked startled, and withdrew it.
She opened her fist.
The three flat objects were no longer than Toyce's thumb and seemed to
be greenish soapy stones. One formed a circle; the second, a square;
the third, a triangle. All had circular holes about three centimeters
wide in their centers.
"What the hell?" Toyce said.
"Put them back," Ramstan said.