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“Oh, God, Tom,” Miranda said. “If I knew the job was going to be this tough, I would have asked for more up front.”
“Hey,” I said. “I already got you two raises in the last few weeks. Don’t push it.”
Miranda laughed that time. She had a very nice laugh.
*****
“Good to see you’re both alive,” Joshua said, as we returned to the bed. “I was worried there for a while. It sounded like a cat got caught in a dryer.”
“We got it worked out,” I said.
“Good thing, too,” Joshua said. “Because from the look of it, Tom, she kicked your ass.”
“I pulled my punches,” I said.
“I’m sure you did,” Joshua said, dryly. “Hello, Miranda. Sorry about the surprise. I’m afraid you’re not seeing me at my best. I really do look nicer with a head. But then, really, don’t we all.”
“Hello, Joshua,” Miranda said. “I hope you don’t mind if it takes me a little while to get used to this all.”
“No problem,” Joshua said. “Personally, I’m glad you’re in on the secret. Tom could use a better brain than the one he’s got.”
“Enough with the insults,” I said. “Have you found anything?”
“I’m afraid I have,” Joshua said. “I have bad news and worse news. Do you have a preference to which you want to hear first?”
My heart sank. Miranda reached over and took my hand. “Might as well tell me the worse news,” I said.
“She’s gone, Tom,” Joshua said, bluntly. “From what I can tell, large chunks of her brain had already died before Miranda got to her. She was down a long time. It’s pretty obvious, actually; I’m surprised that the doctors here haven’t already told you. They probably want to do a couple more CAT scans to be sure. But I’m sure. It’s a mess in here. I’m sorry, Tom. I really am.”
“Isn’t there anything you can do?” Miranda said. “Tom said that you have the experience of doctors and scientists. Can’t you do anything?”
“It’s not a question of expertise, it’s a question of raw materials,” Joshua said. “Michelle’s brain is severely damaged, and the damage affects a wide range of functions. It’s not like a stroke, where the damage is localized, and the brain might find some way to route around the damage. Here, if I was to try to route around damage, I’d only come across more damage. They’re never going to get her lungs pumping again on their own, and from where I’m at, most of the parts of the brain that control things like her liver and kidneys look to be non-functioning. I’d expect that in another day or so, you’ll be told they expect liver and renal failure within a few days. I’m sorry, Miranda. If I could do something, I would. But there’s nothing to do.”
“What parts of her brain do work?” I asked.
“Well, her heart’s still pumping, so that tells you something,” Joshua said. “Her digestive tract is fine, not counting the liver or kidneys, which I’ve already spoken about. Her auditory centers are working —”
“She can hear?” I asked.
“That’s not what I said,” Joshua said. “The parts of her brain that process sound are still doing that. But the parts of the brain that interpret sound aren’t. Sound is going into the microphone, but it’s not being recorded, if you know what I mean.”
“What about her?” Miranda said. “You’re talking about her body processes. What about her? Her personality? Her memories? Those things?”
“Like everything else,” Joshua said. “Some parts are there, some aren’t. Most of her recent memories are here; I’d say the last couple of weeks for sure. After that, it gets spotty. Of course, that could just have been the way her mind worked, anyway. You humans remember some things better than others. But as to her personality — well, let’s just say that if we managed to somehow get the rest of her brain working, and she came out of it, she wouldn’t be the Michelle you remember.”
“What would she be?” I asked.
“Psychotic,” Joshua said. “Frankly I doubt that she would comprehend the world anymore. It would just be some terrifying blur to her.”
“So she’s dead,” I said.
“She — Michelle — is dead now,” Joshua said. “This body, on a respirator, will last about another week. Best estimate. I’m going to disconnect from her now, Tom, if you don’t mind. The scenery in here is starting to make me depressed.”
About a minute later Joshua was completely reconstituted as a dog. He leapt down from the chair and padded over to us.
“Is anyone else hungry?” he said. “I don’t know what it is, but ever since I melded with Ralph, every time I’m depressed I just want to eat.”
“Hold that thought for a second, Joshua,” I said. “I have a question for you.”
Joshua sat. “All right, what is it?”
“You’re positive that Michelle is gone and that the body will be dead within a week.”
“Pretty much,” he said. “I’m sorry about that for you.”
“Joshua, why don’t you use her body?” I said.
Joshua looked perplexed. “Come again?”
“She’s dead,” I said. “And you could use her body. You would finally be able to walk around and interact with humans. Michelle was famous. You’d already have a high profile. You could finally be a true intermediary between our species. Michelle’s gone, we know that. But here’s an opportunity.”
“Tom,” Joshua said, slowly. “I know you think that what you’re suggesting is a good idea. From where you’re standing, maybe it looks that way. But it’s not. I can’t take Michelle’s body.”
Beside me, I could feel Miranda nearly collapse with relief. Despite what I told her, she must have still harbored the worry that Joshua was simply waiting to snatch Michelle’s body. Now that he was rejecting the offer, Miranda could believe that he was genuine and honest in his intentions. I, however, was merely confused.
“I don’t follow,” I said. “Can’t take Michelle’s body? Or won’t take Michelle’s body?”
“Either,” Joshua said. “Both. Can’t and won’t.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“Tom, Michelle is brain damaged. Even if I could inhabit her body, I couldn’t control it or keep it alive. I need an at least nominally functioning brain to do that. Michelle doesn’t have that any more. It’d be like trying to drive a car without a steering wheel.”
“But that’s just temporary,” I said. “You have Ralph’s appearance now, but there’s none of Ralph’s body in you anymore.”
“That’s true,” Joshua said. “But Ralph’s brain was in one piece when I inhabited him. I had time to learn how to be a dog. I don’t have that here.”
“That’s the can’t,” I said. “And maybe we can find some way around that. What’s the won’t?”
“The won’t is that Michelle didn’t give me permission to inhabit her body or transfer her personality,” Joshua said. “That’s incredibly important, Tom. Otherwise it’s tantamount to causing soul death. I won’t do that. It goes against everything that a Yherajk stands for, ethically.”
“You didn’t get explicit go ahead from Ralph, and yet you inhabited his body,” I said.
“But I felt that Ralph wanted me to,” Joshua said. “It’s hard to explain. And at the very least, Ralph was my friend, my very good friend. I knew better what he wanted that I would Michelle, who I didn’t know at all.”
“It’s what I want,” I said. “And Michelle gave me permission to make decisions on her behalf.”
“Not this decision,” Joshua said.
“You don’t know that,” I said, almost accusingly.
Joshua sighed. “Actually, Tom, yes, I do.”
“What do you mean?” I said.
“Remember when I asked you if you wanted the bad news or the worse news?” Joshua said. “Well, the worse news is that she’s gone. But the bad news was, she did it to herself.”
“What?” Miranda asked.
“I saw it,” Joshua said, turning to Miranda “Her last memory. After you left, Miranda. Michelle pulled the breathing straws out and closed the latex over her nostrils. Then she waited to suffocate. She committed suicide.”
Joshua turned back to me. “Right or wrong, Michelle chose to end her life, Tom. And that’s why I can’t take her body, no matter what you say. Her decision was to die. And I can’t take that decision away from her. Neither can you. No one can.”
Carl opened his door and squinted out at us. “This had better be good,” he said.
It was not quite four am.
“It is,” I assured him.
Carl tightened his bathrobe and turned away from the door. “Fine. Stop hanging around on my doorstep, then. The cops around here arrest anyone who’s not in a house or in a car.”
Joshua, Miranda and I walked into the house. Carl had lumbered off towards his kitchen. When we caught up to him, he was stuffing coffee into a filter.
“All I can say is that you’re lucky Elise is in Sacramento,” he said. “She would have pepper sprayed first, asked questions later.” He shoved the filter into the coffee maker and flipped the switch to start brewing. He turned around, and finally got a good look at me.
“God, Tom,” he said. “Who did that to you?”
“I did,” Miranda said.
“That was quick,” Carl said. “Most couples don’t get to the hitting stage until after the wedding.”
“Carl,” I said.
“All right,” he said. “What is it?”
“We need some moral guidance,” I said.
Carl laughed. “Tom, I’m an agent,” he said. He stopped laughing when he realized that no one else was. “Go on,” he said, grumpily.
I explained the events of the evening; discovering Michelle’s condition, my body-switching suggestion, Joshua’s refusal. Joshua and I had argued about it for another hour after that point, stopping just long enough to be booted out of the room by the nurse, who gave me a lecture for bringing a dog into the ICU. Joshua and I continued the argument in the parking lot, neither of us giving any ground to the other, before Miranda suggested that we bring Carl into the discussion. Miranda had meant for us to bring it up in the morning, but Joshua and I decided it need to be dealt with at that moment. We drove to Carl’s place, Joshua riding with Miranda to keep us from killing each other.
By the end of the recount, the coffee was ready. Carl got down three cups, poured and gave me and Miranda both a cup. After a moment’s reflection, he pulled down a bowl, filled it with coffee, and set it down in front of Joshua.
“This is an interesting philosophical debate,” Carl said. “But I’m still not sure what you want out of me.”
“Easy,” Joshua said. “We want you to pick a side. I’d prefer you pick mine.”
“Joshua, this isn’t a bar bet,” Carl said, irritably. “It’s not a matter of choosing sides. And if I sided with Tom, I doubt you’d do what he’s asking of you, anyway.”
“You’re right,” Joshua said. “I guess we woke you up for nothing. We should be leaving. Thanks for the coffee.”
“Sit, Joshua,” Carl said.
“Hey,” Joshua said. “That’s not funny.”
“Tom,” he said, turning to me. “You realize if Joshua is right about how Michelle died, he’s also right in his position of not bringing her back.”
“Why?” I said. “Carl, Michelle is gone. She doesn’t need the body any more. And we can use it. You know this makes sense.”
Beside me, Miranda gave a shudder
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