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voice rumbled against his cheek pressed to her breast.

"The whole island exploded," the woman said. "I saw it through the port."

"We're well below the surface now," a man said. "But we can't stay long with
this many people breathing our air."

"We will pray to Rock," the woman said.

"And to Ship," a man said.

"To Rock and to Ship," they all agreed.

Duque heard all of this from a distance as more understanding flooded his
awareness. It was happening because his flesh touched the flesh of the infant!
He knew the infant's name now.

"Vata."

A beautiful name. The name brought with it a blossoming mindful of information,
as though the knowledge had always been there, needing only Vata's name and her
touch to spread it through his memory. Now, he was aware of out, all of it as
known through human senses and kelp memories . . . because Vata carried kelp
genes in her human flesh. He remembered the place of the kelp deep under the
sea, the tendrils clinging to precious rock. He remembered the minuscule
islands that no longer existed because the kelp was gone and the sea fury had
been unleashed. Kelp memories and human memories revealed wondrous things
happening to Pandora now that waves could roam freely around this planet, which
was really a distorted ball of solid matter submerged in an endless skin of
water.

Duque knew where he was, too: in a small submersible, which should have had a
Lighter-Than-Air carrier attached to it.

Out was a place of marvels.
And all of this wondrous information had come to him directly from the mind of
Vata because she had kelp genes, as did he. As did many of Pandora's surviving
humans. Genes . . . he knew about those marvels, too, because Vata's mind was a
magic storehouse of such things, telling him about history and the Clone Wars
and the death of all the kelp. He sensed a direct link between Vata and
himself, which endured even when he pulled away from physical contact with her.
Duque experienced a great thankfulness for this and tried to express his
gratitude but Vata refused to respond. He understood then that Vata wanted the
deep sea-quiet of her kelp memories. She wanted only the waiting. She did not
want to deal with the things she had dumped onto him. She had dumped them, he
realized, shedding these things like a painful skin. Duque felt a momentary
pique at this realization but happiness returned immediately. He was the
repository of such wonders!

Consciousness.