"Understand nerves," the Caleban said. "Any sentience must possess control linkages. But hurt . . . discontinuity of meaning appears insurmountable."
"Abnethe can"t stand the sight of pain, you said," Furuneo reminded McKie.
"Yeah. How does she watch the floggings?"
"Abnethe views my home," the Caleban said.
When no further answer was forthcoming, McKie said, "I don"t understand. What"s that have to do with it?"
"My home this," the Caleban said. "My home contains . . . aligns? Master S"eye. Abnethe possesses connectives for which she pays."
McKie wondered if the Caleban were playing some sarcastic game with him. But all the information about them made no reference to sarcasm. Word confusions, yes, but no apparent insults or subterfuges. Not understand pain, though?
"Abnethe sounds like a mixed-up b.i.t.c.h," McKie muttered.
"Physically unmixed," the Caleban said. "Isolated in her own connectives now, but unified and presentable by your standards -- so say judgments made in my presence. If, however, you refer to Abnethe psyche, mixed-up conveys accurate description. What I see of Abnethe psyche most intertwined. Convolutions of odd color displace my vision-sense in extraordinary fashion."
McKie gulped. "You see her psyche?"
"I see all psyche."
"So much for the theory that Calebans cannot see," Furuneo said. "All is illusion, eh?"
"How . . . how is this possible?" McKie asked.
"I occupy s.p.a.ce between physical and mental," the Caleban said. "Thus your fellow sentients explain in your terminology. "
"Gibberish," McKie said.
"You achieve discontinuity of meaning," the Caleban said.
"Why did you accept Abnethe"s offer of employment?" McKie asked.
"No common referent for explanation," the Caleban said.
"You achieve discontinuity of meaning," Furuneo said.
"So I surmise," the Caleban said.
"I must find Abnethe," McKie said.
"I give warning," the Caleban said.
"Watch it," Furuneo whispered. "I sense rage that"s not connected with the angeret."
McKie waved him to silence. "What warning, f.a.n.n.y Mae?"
"Potentials in your situation," the Caleban said. "I allow my . . . person? Yes, my person. I allow my person to entrap itself in a.s.sociation which fellow sentients may interpret as non-friendly."
McKie scratched his head, wondered how close they were to anything that could validly be called communication. He wanted to come right out and inquire about the Caleban disappearances, the deaths and insanity, but feared possible consequences.
"Non-friendly," he prompted.
"Understand," the Caleban said, "life which flows in all carries subternal connectives. Each ent.i.ty remains linked until final discontinuity removes from . . . network? Yes, linkages of other ent.i.ties into a.s.sociation with Abnethe. Should personal discontinuity overtake self, all ent.i.ties entangled share it."
"Discontinuity?" McKie asked, not sure he followed this but afraid he did.
"Tanglements come from contact between sentients not originating in same linearities of awareness," the Caleban said, ignoring McKie"s question.
"I"m not sure what you mean by discontinuity," McKie pressed.
"In context," the Caleban said, "ultimate discontinuity, presumed opposite of pleasure -- your term."
"You"re getting nowhere," Furuneo said. His head ached from trying, to equate the radiant impulses of communication from the Caleban with speech.
"Sounds like a semantic ident.i.ty situation," McKie said. "Black and white statements, but we"re trying to find an interpretation in between."
"All between," the Caleban said.
"Presumed opposite of pleasure," McKie muttered.
"Our term," Furuneo reminded him.
"Tell me, f.a.n.n.y Mae," McKie said, "do we other sentients refer to this ultimate discontinuity as death?"
"Presumed approximate term," the Caleban said. "Abnegation of mutual awareness, ultimate discontinuity, death -- all appear similar descriptives."
"If you die, many others are going to die, is that it?" McKie asked.
"All users of S"eye. All in tanglement
"All?" McKie asked, shocked.
"All such in your . . . wave? Difficult concept. Calebans possess label for this concept . . . plane? Planguinity of beings? Surmise proper term not shared. Problem concealed in visual exclusion which clouds mutual a.s.sociation."
Furuneo touched McKie"s arm. "Is she saying that if she dies, everyone who"s used a S"eye jumpdoor goes with her?"
"Sounds like it."
"I don"t believe it!"
"The evidence would seem to indicate we have to believe her."
"But . . . ."
"I wonder if she"s in any danger of going soon," McKie mused aloud.
"If you grant the premise, that"s a good question," Furuneo said.