The next entry made me frown, and I said doubtfully. "Not sure this. Eyesight strange after. Some things blurry, some not. Thought had damaged. Next day, thought being watch. Feel something behind, see movement corner eye. Thought go insane, imagine monsters. Next day, lots noise, like hills wailing. Ddura, guess. Couldn’t see where come from. Sounds go away, so did feeling watch everywhere. Eyes still blurry. Two day later, Setari show up." I glanced at Ruuel, who had gone back to being impassive, but was watching me very closely. "Don’t remember eyes blurry since ten thousand injections. Is all."
"You could hear the Ddura from real-space?" Selkie asked, with a queer note to his voice.
"Loud. Loudest thing ever heard. Like unhappy mountain."
"I cannot–" someone began, sounding hugely pissed off, but stopped, then said in a sharp but less obviously hostile tone: "Have you observed any other relevant phenomena?"
The speaking indicator told me the person’s name was Lakrin, but I don’t have the access to look up more details about people.
I was wary of just saying no. "Not obvious," I said eventually. "Ddura. On Earth have polar aurora, look like Ddura, but lot bigger. But not make noises. Nothing about Ionoth. Is just, uh, something do radiation from sun? How know whether relevant? Is relevant every place go have cats? Nothing obvious relevant."
"And two worlds' worth of observations an expansive topic," said another voice, a woman called Notra. "The youngster is still in the medical facility, is she not? I will revisit the question of other detail with her separately."
"Very well," Selkie said, and then I was cut from the channel. Military people are like that.
I started to close my diary, but Ruuel slid it out of my hands. Military people are like that, too.
"Symbol Sight can let read?" I asked, sounding nearly as unenthused about that idea as I actually was.
"Not usefully."
He turned several pages back, then pressed two fingertips to one of the pages and closed his eyes. Whatever he was doing – presumably using one of the Sights – didn’t seem to be easy, and little lines of effort or pain appeared around his mouth. But he didn’t do anything more dramatic than that, and after a while opened his eyes and handed my diary back.
"Since Tare found a way to travel through the spaces, we have not encountered our equal in technology," he said, voice measured. "It leads to an assumption that there is little we can learn from those who have not the same achievements. Base stupidity not to debrief you fully about your experiences on Muina. But no sense on your part to assume in return that we know everything about a planet that we are only permitted to visit under exceptional circumstances for a few short hours."
It was hard to argue the point, so I said: "Fair enough," and he nodded and left me to feel annoyed at him for producing even-handedness. I’ll bet he’s considered a strict but impartial sort of squad captain.
Not that strict but impartial is something I ever thought I’d find attractive. And not having a sense of humour should make him totally not worth it. Though I suppose that comment about my lab rat not being inapposite might have been a very dry humour, and I could appreciate that.
He has really nice hands.
When he was gone I went to check myself out in the mirror of the tiny en suite, and confirmed that I was the worst I’ve ever looked. After a while Maze came to visit and told me that Ghost was still in the containment field but not yet scannable. The information I’d given them about Muina is pretty major, apparently, though he doubted they were going to be able to decide exactly what to do about it any time soon.
A weird day, altogether. I’m sick of the medical section.
Tuesday, March 4
Muina Debriefing
I spent a lot of today with Isten Sel Notra, who is some kind of senior scientist. I think she’d be a variety of physicist, if physicists believed in psychic talents, spaces as well as space, and moonlight which could be converted into mist. The main thing I could tell about her is that she’s really smart, a Taren Einstein-type, and she’s kind of a cross between everyone’s favourite grandmother and the strictest headmistress in the universe. She has minions, too, who came along to fuss about her until she sent them away, and she told the medical staff to bring me some better clothes and took me to a kind of meeting lounge so that we could both sit comfortably.
Old age is a little hard to judge on Tare. They’re quite happy to use their nanotechnology for cosmetic purposes, and it’s really rare to see anyone with any kind of blemish or birthmark or more than fine wrinkles, though they don’t seem to have figured out how to stop their hair going white. They can get rid of, or at least reduce, most cancers, but they still get old and frail. Best I can tell, retirement age would be between eighty and ninety, and a good lifespan would be a hundred and twenty. Their oldest person (I just looked this up) lived to be a hundred and forty seven (well, four hundred and forty-two). Isten Notra is old. Frail-old, though still able to get about, and still sharper than I’ll ever dream of being.
Isten Notra is also interested in absolutely everything. She asked a lot about the moonfalls, of course, wanting to know what happened to the aether once it reached the amphitheatre (I think it drained away underneath – not sure) and whether it felt exactly like alcohol or just similar (kind of) and whether the aether in the Pillar space felt different from the aether on Muina (no) and whether I thought I was sick because of the first exposure to aether (no) and if I really thought the second moonfall had helped me recover from being sick (yes). Whether I ever saw the buildings glowing at other times (no). Whether the roof decorations had felt unusual or different to me other than during moonfall (um). Whether there was any unusual noise during moonfall (I think mainly I remember an absence of noise – all the animals had gone very quiet).
Then we moved on to what I’d eaten on Muina and what I’d eaten on Earth. Things I’d seen in the village. Animals I’d seen. Animals that appeared to belong to both planets. What level of psychic talent there was on Earth, if at all. Whether there was anything resembling Muina structures on Earth, or legends about Muinan culture. The only thing I could come close to thinking of in terms of psychic legends was Atlantis, and I’m sure Mum told me once that the original stories didn’t have anything about magic or strange powers in it, that they were added later.
Isten Notra is also the only person on this entire planet who has ever corrected my grammar and pronunciation, or made me repeat sentences until I get them right. She started our talk by giving me handy tips about ways to better manage verb-forms and sentence structure. And then went off on a huge tangent about language, and Earth’s languages and development of communication and what I would have been doing on Earth if I hadn’t ended up on Muina, and she pried out of me that I thought studying the origin of myths would be an interesting thing to do but didn’t think it would be very likely to get me a job. And all the while turning the whole discussion into examples of how to handle trying to talk in a language I don’t really know, not letting me be sloppy, and insisting I work the sentences out properly before trying to say them, no matter how long that took. Isten Notra’s minions kept popping in with snacks and lunch and to ask her if there was anything she needed and to give me scandalised looks because they heard me talking about vampires and zombies to someone Lohn later confirmed was one of the most respected scientists on the planet.