The Changed Man by Orson Scott Card

Author:Orson Scott Card
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Published: 2011-05-16T16:00:00+00:00

It was a feeling of power, to know that I had called someone back from places far darker than death. Her life was painful, and yet my promise of devotion was enough, apparently, to compensate. This was how I understood it, at least. This was what made me feel exhilarated, what kept me blind and deaf to what had really happened.

I was not the only one rejoicing. The nurses made a great fuss over her, and the administrator promised to write up a glowing report. “Publish,” he said.

“It’s too personal,” I said. But in the back of my mind I was already trying to figure out a way to get the case into print, to gain something for my career. I was ashamed of myself for twisting what had been an honest, heartfelt commitment into personal advancement. But I couldn’t ignore the sudden respect I was receiving from people to whom, only hours before, I had been merely ordinary.

“It’s too personal,” I repeated firmly. “I have no intention of publishing.”

And to my disgust I found myself relishing the administrator’s respect for that decision. There was no escape from my swelling self-satisfaction. Not as long as I stayed around those determined to give me cheap payoffs. Ever the wise psychologist, I returned to the only person who would give me gratitude instead of admiration. The gratitude I had earned, I thought. I went back to Elaine.

“Hi,” she said. “I wondered where you had gone.”

“Not far,” I said. “Just visiting with the Nobel Prize committee.”

“They want to reward you for bringing me here?”

“Oh, no. They had been planning to give me the award for having contacted a genuine alien being from outer space. Instead, I blew it and brought you back. They’re quite upset.”

She looked flustered. It wasn’t like her to look flustered —usually she came back with another quip. “But what will they do to you?”

“Probably boil me in oil. That’s the usual thing. Though, maybe they’ve found a way to boil me in solar energy. It’s cheaper.” A feeble joke. But she didn’t get it.

“This isn’t the way she said it was—she said it was—”

She. I tried to ignore the dull fear that suddenly churned in my stomach. Be analytical, I thought. She could be anyone.

“She said? Who said?” I asked.

Elaine fell silent. I reached out and touched her forehead. She was perspiring.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. “You’re upset.”

“I should have known.”

“Known what?”

She shook her head and turned away from me.

I knew what it was, I thought. I knew what it was, but we could surely cope. “Elaine,” I said, “you aren’t completely cured, are you? You haven’t got rid of Anansa, have you? You don’t have to hide it from me. Sure, I would have loved to think you’d been completely cured, but that would have been too much of a miracle. Do I look like a miracle worker? We’ve just made progress, that’s all. Brought you back from catalepsy. We’ll free you of Anansa eventually.”

Still she was silent, staring at the rain-gray window.

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