Reclamation

A discordant jolt ran through her. The thought hadn't come from the Mind, but from her own memory. Her heart in her body, distant and small, skipped a beat. She was free as long as she served. That was what the Teachers told the Notouch. That was what the Notouch told each other, and now it was what the Mind told her, with such joy she could barely endure it, let alone deny it.

"But it's a lie," she whispered fiercely. "It's still a lie!"

No, no, don't be afraid, called the Mind. Don't go. Don't leave me here alone and blind.

Jay faced Aria's body. "It is no lie, Stone in the Wall," he said with the Vitae's incorruptible calm. "Now, I need you to secure this chamber. Close the hatches and make us safe."

The Mind sent a wave of sorrow through her.

"I can't," she said, and a tear prickled the corner of her eye. As the Mind fed the information into her she delivered it to Jay. "I am an Eye. I can see and show and know. I can move nothing macroscopic. You require a Hand."

Eric? Aria thought a little dazedly.

"A telekinetic?" asked Jay.

"Yes." Aria couldn't stop herself. It felt so good to answer his questions. She wanted him to ask more. She wanted to stretch herself out until she filled the entire world and saw all the heavens. She wanted him to ask her something difficult, something that would make her, make the Mind, make her, have to think hard. She wanted…

This despised one asks in what way she may serve?

No! howled the Mind. No! That is not how it is!

Its pain was nearly as blinding as its joy had been. Aria's body shuddered.

But I am right, she whispered inside her own, infinitesimally small mind. I am.

"Where is Eric Born now?" asked Jay. "Can you see him? Can you get a message to him?"

She could do it. Easy as breathing she could do it. She already knew how. But…

But…

"Aria?" Jay stepped closer to her. She felt his breath on her skin and her walls. "Aria, do it."

You can do it, the Mind urged her. It's easy. From a great height, she saw Eric through ash-filled air. He leaned out of the sledge, pointing up a rocky, thread-thin canyon. The dome canyon, she realized. He was almost to her.

Show him how easy it is.

But I do not want the Vitae here. I do not want to serve them. I do not want to serve anyone!

No! No! Not again!

Grief and fear raced through her, shaking her heart and soul. The Mind was remembering and its memory could fill the whole world. There had been centuries of bliss. The Hands and Eyes worked and the Mind worked for them and although they numbered in the hundreds of thousands, there was still more to be done than they could manage. There was always some new task, something new to see or think about. Endless work, endless joy in it.

She saw the Realm as a whole world then. Ancient as it was, it still shone emerald and sapphire and ivory in the light of a single golden sun. Its people knew no barriers to their wishes, because they had made the Eyes and Hands with as much love and craftsmanship as they had used when they made the Mind. Eyes, Hands, and Mind worked together in harmony and joy until the Eyes and Hands became angry. They were furtive and talked among themselves of the end of service, even while a whole new world was being built with limitless possibilities for new work.

They made me move! the Mind cried. They made me move the world and it was ruined and then they died! They all died!

Don't do this, don't do this again!

"No," Aria said, but she wasn't sure what she was saying no to.

"Aria, I need Eric Born here. You will send him that message." Jay's fists clenched, face a tight mask. "Where is he?"

He's looking at the tether marker. He's outside now. You can see him.

She saw him, distant and foreshortened, but knew what she saw all the same.

"Do it!" shouted Jay.

She saw him too, with his bald head and poorly dyed hands. She remembered the weeks she'd lived without orders, and then she remembered all the years of doing what she was told yet thinking what she wanted.

She balled up all those memories of mud and muck and groveling service, of knowing there was nothing else for her children and their children, if they should be able to bear their own, and she threw them all into the Mind.