Touchstone 1 - Stray

than a long walk occasionally hitting little balls, which is how I’d described golf. It’s hard not to enjoy it when someone so gorgeous and nice pays me attention. But even though it’s only six or seven years’ difference, all the people I know on Earth who are in their mid-twenties are teachers, so I do feel out of place around First Squad. I’m fairly sure Maze doesn’t mean anything, is just being kind and thoughtful. And there’s a sense that underneath it all, he’s unhappy. I keep feeling sorry for him.
    When I was delivered back to my box, I was on enough of a high to not let the Fourth Squad captain’s ‘psychological aspects’ drown out my thanks. I think they all enjoyed themselves too and were genuinely curious about Earth, so it wasn’t like the excursion was a total pity party. And then I napped for what was left of the day and woke up in the middle of the night and really I have the weirdest life right now.
    Tuesday, February 5
    A very busy day
    I had an early appointment with Sa Lents. And I knew about it beforehand! I had a further boost of my interface functions, and found I have an appointment calendar. I can look forward and see what they’ve scheduled for me for the rest of the year. I literally do have appointments an entire Taren year ahead. Almost all medical examinations. I don’t know if the increase in function is down to Zan, or Maze, or even the conversation I had with Ista Tremmar, but it’s a relief to almost be a person again.
    The appointments with Sa Lents are always uncomfortable. I ask about Nenna, and he assures me she’s improving. She only wrote to me a couple of times, and then didn’t reply to the last email I sent and I tell myself that she’s probably in a lot of pain and not exactly in a chatty mood. It’s hard to imagine Nenna not being chatty though, and whatever else happens, I’ve changed Nenna forever and I think about that all the time when I’m talking to her father.
    I tried to hide it by pressing him comparing dates on Earth to the things that are supposed to have happened on Muina, and he conceded that it sounds like Earth is very atypical. I think Earth is beginning to make him really uncomfortable. It’s one thing for him to document another ‘lost world’ which fits the known pattern, and something altogether more difficult to try and fit a ‘pre-dispersal settlement’ into the mix. Especially when I gave him my theory for Muinans originally being Earthlings.
    Tarens clearly resemble both Asian and Caucasian people – or what you’d get if Asian and Caucasian people had babies for a few thousand years. Some people with pink skin and ‘round eyes’. Some people with skin in golden shades and epicanthic folds on their eyes. And pink-skinned people with epicanthic folds, golden-skinned people with round eyes, or blue eyes, or darker skin, and every combination you can think of. I tried explaining to Sa Lents that he looks Japanese or Korean, but gave up the attempt because my language skills just aren’t up to it, and he was smiling politely and not believing me at all. I’m not sure Tarens even have the concept of race as we do on Earth. Sa Lents acted as if I was explaining that red haired people were a distinct species from blonde haired people.
    I don’t know. If the Muinans really come from Earth, why isn’t Earth full of psychic people? Or why doesn’t Earth have stories of cultures ruled by psychics? The Egyptians had their god-kings, true, but they weren’t like those on Stargate . Hm – must watch Tarens carefully in case their eyes flash mysteriously.
    After Sa Lents, it was my regular session with Zan. If possible, she was even more formal and correct than ever, and not at all communicative. I thought about trying some personal questions afterwards, while we were eating lunch in the canteen, but there were a fair few Setari there and though I never saw anyone actually looking at us, I felt very centre of attention, so I played obedient student and asked what few questions I could think of about the training she was giving me. I don’t know whether to feel sorry for Zan or not. For all I know she’s done something to deserve people being nasty to her. But I don’t see any reason to give them any ammunition.
    Next up was the big test chamber, this time with Zan, all of First Squad, and an in-the-flesh bluesuit, a man named Sur Gidds Selkie. Bluesuits definitely seem to be the military people in charge. ‘Sur’