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It hit me like an automobile crash --But I couldve transferred some of the devices to you All it would have taken would have been a simple blood exchange They reproduce in microseconds They might have repaired your body, made you young and strong again --No My time has come --It still might not be too late Let me try --No Let me die now --Youre only saying that because of the pain and the fear Your body is tired of fighting, your brain is soaked with the chemicals of exhaustion We might be able to reverse all that, if youll let us try Stoner sensed shock, outright terror surging through his friend's mind --Kir, we can save you Let us try --To be invaded by alien--things, To become something not human No, never I cant I cant --But, Kir --You can stand it, Keith, being not human But I never I could never stand it Stoner sensed his friend shuddering You dont understand, he pleaded with the Russian It's not being inhuman It's being more than human, Kir More than human The next step in our evolution But it was too late Stoner felt the Russian's life ebb away, like a candle blown out by a dark wind For a long moment he simply stood by the bed, staring at the unseeing eyes of his old friend He killed himself, Stoner realized He let himself die rather than accept the help I was offering Then a surge of blackest grief and guilt overwhelmed him No I killed him I tried to force him to accept something he wasnt prepared to deal with He allowed himself to die rather than facing it I killed him I killed my best friend He slumped down on the bed, startling Jo, who was still holding Markov's hand He's dead, Stoner said woodenly The monitors suddenly began wailing an electronic dirge By the time the emergency team burst in and pushed them out into the hallway, Stoner's star brother had calmed the flow of hormones raging through his bloodstream We are still howling apes, arent we he asked himself bitterly First the glands, then the brain His sense of guilt abated, the pain in his guts eased But still he knew that Kirill Markov, professor of linguistics, first secretary of the Soviet National Academy of Sciences, a man who had worked with Stoner all those years ago when the alien spacecraft had first been detected, his dearest friend--Kirill could not accept the idea of sharing his body with alien symbiotes As they walked sadly down the hospital corridor, Stoner said to his wife, Jo, I was too optimistic a couple of nights ago I dont think the human race will ever be ready to accept partnership with an alien presence ISTANBUL COME to prayer Come to prayer The muezzin's call was an amplified recording that reverberated through the scorching hot morning like a brass gong Noura Anadolu sipped coffee on the balcony of the apartment she shared with three other stewardesses and watched the ferries trudging slowly, patiently across the Golden Horn Sun- light glittered off the oily water beneath a molten sky Noura felt almost glad that she had to go to the airport in another hour and work the Vienna-Frankfurt-Stockholm flight Stockholm could be fun, the Swedes appreciated a woman with dark hair and exotic eyes Besides, it would be much more comfortable than this wretched heat and humidity Two days ago she had been in Bangkok Yesterday it was Calcutta Nothing but blazing heat and unrelenting, sodden humidity that made the very air feel like a stifling towel wrapped around your face Even in nothing but her sheerest robe Noura felt as if the heat was cooking her, boiling the juices inside her It would be better inside, where it was air conditioned Her mother still believed that air conditioning was bad for your health, that it made you weak and gave you the chills But then her mother still walked barefoot to the market each day and refused to allow a modern freezer and microwave into her house The only electrical convenience she put up with was the TV set that was on twenty-four hours a day Her mother even slept in front of it Noura was alone in the apartment this morning, the other stewardesses were all working, so she could take her time in the bathroom with a long cooling shower But as she began to put on her deep maroon uniform, her stomach cramped painfully Surprised, she sat on the bed Another sharp burning pain made her gasp For several minutes she sat there waiting for the pain to go away It did not It grew worse Overpowering Noura reached for the telephone, half fainting from the pain By the time the paramedic team got to her apartment she was already dead, her once-beautiful face twisted into a grotesque mask of agony The police arrived at about the same moment, she had been screaming so loudly that the neighbors had called them CHAPTER 9 THERE were two uniformed policemen at the nurses station at the end of the corridor, and a chunky bald man in a gray three-piece suit Still struggling against his sense of guilt, Stoner did not notice them until the bald man called to him Dr Stoner Kindly allow me to introduce myself I am Feodor Rozmenko, of the Soviet Academy of Sciences I was Professor Markov's personal aide He held an ID card up in front of Stoner's eyes Jo immediately snapped, Were on our way to the airport Please One moment only Rozmenko begged, smiling He was slightly shorter than Jo, but thick in the torso and arms Younger than his baldness suggested The two in uniform behind him were quite tall, very blond, Stoner thought of elite military police Look, said Stoner softly, Professor Markov was a very dear friend of ours He's just died and wed appreciate it if you could just leave us alone for a while I understand I worked with Professor Markov for several years I would like to think that he was my friend, also, Rozmenko said with a forlorn little smile But he pressed ahead, Will you be staying in Moscow overnight, or do you plan to leave immediately?
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