Chapter 47- Employed
So now that they suddenly realized that Wanderer can help them get shit (duh, you'd think this realization would have come WAY earlier) there's like a golden age of plenty at the caves. Kyle insists on coming with them to keep an eye on Wanderer.
And again, why would you travel light years to another planet and then proceed to do the mundane things that humans do? I mean, this earth is literally NO DIFFERENT from the earth of humans, except that Yeerks don't fight. If I was capable of travelling to other planets, I would NOT decide to be a cashier at a grocery store.
Occasionally, in the smaller towns, someone would notice me, would speak to me. I had my
lines down so well that I could probably have fooled a human by this point.
“Hi there. New in town?”
“Yes. Brand-new.”
“What brings you to Byers?”
It just hurts me when anything remotely related to X-Files is used in this book. I just want to be like, "NO! NOT BYERS! HE'S TOO GOOD FOR THIS SHIT!"
Health. Such an obvious title on the bottle, it made me feel silly for asking. Freaking DUH. Like this freaking medicine bottles that you had to ASK about, despite the obvious names for the medicines.
Not very challenging. The only fear or sense of danger I ever felt came when I thought of the
small cyanide pill that I always kept in an easily reachable pocket. Just in case. You aren't SERIOUSLY still thinking of committing suicide if they catch you? You know who does that? Nazis.
The hard part, the part I really minded–not that I would say this in front of Kyle, who was so
quick to doubt my intentions–was all the taking without giving anything back. STFU. I hate you.
On the television screen, two souls were speaking their lines clearly, their bodies held with
perfect posture. It wasn't hard to pick up what was happening in the story because there wasn't a lot of variety in the scripts souls wrote. In this one, two souls were reconnecting after a long separation. The male's stint with the See Weeds had come between them, but he'd chosen to be human because he guessed his partner from the Mists Planet would be drawn to these warm-blooded hosts. And, miracle of miracles, he'd found her here.
They all had happy endings.
What a coincidence, this sounds EXACTLY like a Smeyer novel. Who wants to bet that this is the plot of the sequel?
“True. I wish they'd run old human shows again.” He flipped through the channels and
frowned. “Used to be a few of them on.”
“They were too disturbing. They had to be replaced with things that weren't so… violent.”
“The Brady Bunch?”
I laughed. I'd seen that show in San Diego, and Melanie knew it from her childhood. “It
condoned aggression. I remember one where a little male child punched a bully, and that was
portrayed as being the right thing to do. There was blood.”
I totally agree. The Brady Bunch is EXTREMELY bloodthirsty. And Welcome Back Kotter is just a smorgasbord of violence. And don't even SPEAK to me about Golden Girls! Also, I highly doubt there was blood on The Brady Bunch. A punch wouldn't draw blood, especially one by a little kid. AND Ender would condone bully violence, so it has to be right.
“Look,” I said.
“What am I looking at?”
“The only hope for survival I've ever seen for a host species.”
“Where?” he demanded, bewildered.
I was aware of Ian close behind us now, listening silently.
“See?” I pointed at the laughing mother. “See how she loves her human child?”
At that moment, the woman snatched her son from the swing and squeezed him in a tight
embrace, covering his face with kisses. He cooed and flailed–just a baby. Not the miniature
adult he would have been if he carried one of my kind.
Jared gasped. “The baby ishuman? How? Why? For how long?”
I shrugged. “I've never seen this before–I don't know. She has not given him up for a host. I
can't imagine that she would be… forced. Motherhood is all but worshipped among my kind.
Of course it is. This is like a veiled Mormon manifesto. Anyway, then she describes the painfully saccharine scene of the parents playing with the child and all the love that is there and blah blah blah.
“Hmm. Perhaps, someday, some of my kind and some of yours will live in peace. Wouldn't that
be… strange?”
Neither man could tear his eyes from the miracle in front of them. I MUST VOMIT.
Uh oh, now they're driving home and the cops are coming.
Chapter 48- Detained
There are Seekers in the cop car.
“I'm so sorry, Wanda,” he whispered. “I blew it.”
“Jared?”
He reached for my hand and eased up on the gas. The car started to slow.
“Got your pill?” he choked.
“Yes,” I whispered.
I HATE YOU. Also, I can't see this ending badly. This is a Smeyer novel. At the very LEAST, there's going to be a completely improbable deus ex machina.
He had something small, much too small to be so deadly, between his fingers.
“Wait,” I gasped.
He could not die. YES HE CAN.
EPIC SENTENCE: Chagrin. I could do chagrin. I could feel it now.
Anyhoo, Wanderer is going to try to lie her way past the Seekers.
“I'm so sorry,” I apologized in a loud whisper. I glanced at Jared, as if checking to see whether
our words had woken him. “I think… well, I think I might have fallen asleep. I didn't realize I
was so tired.” If you fell asleep at the wheel, would you go FASTER or would your legs go slack and let up on the gas?
The Seeker says that humans may be in the area and he tells her to move along as quickly as she can. The Seeker gives her some kind of stimulant. Also, why did they take two cars?
Anyway, they get away without any trouble and Pedobear calls her wonderful and blah blah.
So before the Seeker mentioned this recent disappearance, and Wanderer assumed it was her but Pedobear said her disappearance wasn't recent and then he suspects that Jeb and the others are doing something and it's a big mystery. Wouldn't the recent disappearance be the Yeerk they brought back before to experiment on?
They come to the conclusion that Doc's been killing more Yeerks and Wanderer's crying like a little bitch. It also seems like Jared has taken on Ian's personality.
Also, Wes is dead because the Seekers killed him.
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