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151 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published October 1, 1996
Visser Three: CAPTURE THE ANDALITE WARRIORS.
Controller-Snowden: Actually, sir, the computer says there is a 96.3% probability the “Andalite warriors” are humans. Children, actually.
Visser Three: What? How?
Controller-Snowden: Well, we have access to petabytes of data, thanks to our infiltration of the human intelligence networks, as well as powerful algorithms that let us mine the data for trends. We’ve discovered a group of four pre-adolescents with a suspicious pattern of activity. They spend an inordinate amount of time in the presence of a red-tailed hawk, and they are often spotted on cameras wearing nothing but form-fitting clothing and no shoes.
Visser Three: Interesting. Well. This was less challenging than I thought it would be.
I wished I could forget what Ax told us. I wished I could stop seeing the pictures in my head of an Earth without birds and trees. An Earth where the ocean was empty and dead.
Don't you know whom you're fighting? the Andalite had asked.
Yes.
Now I knew.
The Message immediately sets itself apart tonally from previous entries in the series by being the first to take on Cassie's uniquely kind point of view. Cassie is already established as being the group's empath; she has a special bond with animals in particular, and her ability to sympathize with and defend each of her friends' unique motivations and needs is the special sauce that holds together the Animorphs' defensive stability, and just as importantly these kids' friendships.
The downside to Cassie's kindness, and the internal struggle present in her narration, is the fear of failing her friends and the overwhelming uncertainty she feels when faced with difficult decisions. Cassie is a born lover, a healer by choice, and a fighter only through necessity. How can she let herself be responsible for her friends being hurt or killed? And as she discovers in this novel, she's fighting to prevent the desolation of the Earth itself. How can she possibly make a choice when the stakes are so high?
As a wild animal shelter assistant for her father, she is used to loving and caring for hurt animals until they are healed. Even when they bite and scratch her, she can't feel upset because she understands their pain and fear. Her feelings succumb to theirs, and she does what she needs to do until they are better. She's been learning to do the same with people, her friends, and those whose lives that she has saved. This time, it's her own feelings that everything is hinging on. But how do you know what you're feeling when it affects what will happen to others and that changes how you feel and then how you feel isn't the same as how you felt which changes what feels right...
But that's why she's not alone. She loves Jake because he has what she hasn't; the confidence to lead. But he can give her some of that confidence:
Cassie, you're the one with the dream. Only you can decide if it's real, and if it's real enough for us to try and do something about it.
And Jake loves Cassie because she has what he hasn't; the wisdom and intuition to understand, and support, and he knows that no matter what she decides to try, it will be the right thing to try and he will try it with everything he has. And she can give him her support.
Along the way, Cassie communicates with a very old whale. I've always remembered this scene so fondly and love rereading it. In its way, the Great Ones sharing their deep knowledge of life and the sea with kids they know are defending the earth from unnatural enemies is less sci-fi to me and more transcendentalist. They know things that I could never comprehend and that humbled me, and humbles me still. I'm sat.
But at that moment the most incredible part of an incredible day happened.
My mind, human, dolphin, both minds, opened up like a flower opening to the sun.
And a silent, but somehow huge, voice filled my head, it spoke no words. It simply filled every corner of my mind with a simple emotion.
Gratitude.
The whale was telling me that it was grateful. We had saved it. Now it would ave our schoolmate.
The whale called me to him.
Listen, little one, he commanded, in a silent voice that seemed to fill the universe.
I listened. I listened to his wordles voice in my head. I felt like it went on forever.
Tobias said later it was only ten minutes. But during that ten minutes, I was lost to the world. I was being shown a small part of the whale’s thoughts.
I wasn’t sure what he was telling me. He spoke only in feelings, in a sort of poetry of emotion, without words. Part of it was in song. Part of it I could only sense the same way I could sense echolocation.
“[…]It’s this whole thing we’re doing, this whole Animorph thin. I mean, it’s been dangerous right from the start. It’s insanely dangerous. What else is new?” [Marco says]
I shrugged. “What’s new, I guess, is that the other times it was always someone else’s idea.”
“Oh, I get it. You don’t like responsibility?”