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163 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1998
“Erek didn’t mean anything bad. You know that,” Jake said. “He just meant–”
“I know what he meant,” I snapped. “He meant if it came to crunch time, would I destroy my own mother to protect the mission? That’s what he meant.”
Jake grabbed my shoulder and turned me around. “And?”
I was still mad. But I knew why I was mad. It wasn’t that Erek had insulted me somehow. It was that Erek was right.
“I don’t know, Jake,” I said. “I don’t know.”
Random Yeerk: Visser, my host’s family was watching a program on their primitive video transmission devices—
Visser One: You can just say “television.” It’s fine, really.
Random Yeerk: —ah, yes, Visser. Anyway, we were watching the primitive television devices. One of their longer-form fictional documentaries—
Visser One: They’re called “movies.”
Random Yeerk: —ah, yes, Visser. One of their longer-form fictional movies was on. Something about these creatures we’re experimenting on being carried by tornados and deposited on the land.
Visser One: That sounds like it would end badly for the sharks.
Random Yeerk: Oddly enough, Visser, no. More so the humans.
Visser One: Hmm … I suppose if we created vortices using our Blade ships … yes. Yes, that could work. In fact, that’s brilliant. Keep this up and I might have a replacement for Visser Three in the near future.
Random Yeerk: *salutes*