West of Eden

accept it—so they ignore it—and you.
    However, such is my skill at working with all forms of life that I am immune to such stupidities."
    She expressed great satisfaction with herself and Kerrick hurried to agree in great detail. "There is West of Eden - Harry Harrison
    nothing unknown to your Highest," he added. "Could this stupid one presume upon your intelligence to ask a question?"
    Akotolp signaled bored permission.
    "Is there not disease among the males? I was told in the hanalè that many of them die on the beaches."
    "Males are stupid and make too much stupid talk. It is forbidden for Yilanè to discuss these things."
    Akotolp looked at Kerrick with one quizzical eye, while rolling the other at the same time towards Inlènu*'s stolid back, while she made up her mind.
    "But I can see no harm in telling you. You are not Yilanè—and you are male—so you will be told. I will speak of it simply, because only one of my great knowledge can really understand it. I am going to describe to you the intimate and complicated details of the process of reproduction. Firstly, you must realize your inferiority. All of the warm-fleshed male creatures, including yourself, evacuate sperm—and that is your total involvement in the birth process. This is not true of our superior species. During intercourse the fertilized egg is deposited within the masculine pouch. This act triggers a metabolic change in the male. The creature grows torpid, expends little energy, and grows fat. The eggs hatch, the young nurse in the protected pouch and grow strong, emerging only when they are mature enough to survive in the sea. A beautiful process that frees the superior females for more important duties."
    Akotolp smacked her lips hungrily, reached out, and seized up Kerrick's unfinished gourd of liquid meat and drained it in a single swallow. "Superior in every way." She belched with pleasure. "Once the young have entered the sea the male role in reproduction is finished. Very much the same, it might be said, as that of an insect called the mantis where the female eats the male while they are copulating. Reversing the male metabolic change is not efficient. Approximately half of them die in the process. While this is presumably uncomfortable for the male it has no effect at all on the survival of the species. You have no idea of what I am talking about, do you? I can tell that by the bestial emptiness of your eyes."
    But Kerrick understood only too well. A third time to the beaches, certain death , Kerrick thought to himself. Aloud he said, "What wisdom you have, Highest. Had I been alive since the egg of time I would know only the smallest part of what you do."
    "Of course," Akotolp agreed. "The inferior warm-fleshed creatures are incapable of major metabolic change which is why they are few in number and capable of surviving only at the rim of the world. I have worked with animals in Entoban* that encase themselves in the mud of dried lake bottoms during the dry season, surviving that way until the next rains fall, no matter how long a time that may be. Therefore even you will be able to understand that metabolic change can cause survival as well as death."
    The facts came together and Kerrick spoke aloud, without thinking. "The Daughters of Life."
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    "The Daughters of Death," Akotolp said in the most insulting manner. "Do not speak of those creatures to me. They do not serve their city, nor do they die decently when turned away. It is the good who die."
    When she looked at Kerrick now there was cold malice in her gestures. "Ikemei is dead, a great scientist.
    You had the honor of meeting her in Inegban* when she took samples of your body tissues. That was her undoing. Some fools in high places wished for her to find a biological way of destroying your ustuzou.
    She would not, could not do this, no matter how hard she tried. So she died. The scientist preserves lives, we cannot take them. Like a Yilanè rejected by her city, she died. You are an insensate male animal and I talk to you no more."
    She waddled away, but Kerrick was scarcely aware of her going. For the first time he was beginning to understand some bit of what was happening around him. He had stupidly accepted the world as he saw it.
    Had believed that creatures like the hèsotsan and the boats were completely natural. How could they be?
    The Yilanè had shaped their flesh in some unknown manner—must have shaped every plant and animal in the