Planet X - Michael Jan Friedman [91]
The faces of the transformed.
Erid and Corba—who had recovered from her exhaustion, and who seemed to like Erid very much. Energy-draining Nikti and toxin-making Cudarris, and three dozen others whose names the lieutenant didn’t know. All of them were intent on the stage, wondering what Amon might tell them that they could possibly want to hear.
There were more of the transformed—nearly a hundred—in other cities around the planet, watching the chancellor via a closed-circuit video system. Though they had escaped the horror of what had happened at Verdeen, they still had a stake in Amon’s announcement.
Even Rahatan and his cohorts had been allowed access to the event. Tessa Mollic, too, despite the man’s insanity.
As Sovar looked on, the chancellor took a deep breath. “Before I say anything else, let me say this. I am sorry. Very, very sorry.”
“Do you expect us to forgive you?” asked a youth with four arms, his voice vibrating with righteous indignation.
Amon looked at him. “No,” he replied after a moment or two. “I don’t expect that at all, to tell you the truth. I just thought you deserved an apology.”
He put the flats of his hands together and averted his eyes. “Please try to understand … I was concerned for the people of this world. So concerned, in fact—so terrified—that I deluded myself into thinking it was all right to strip you of your freedom and your dignity. But, of course, it wasn’t all right. It was a horrible thing to do, regardless of what was at stake.”
“Those are just words,” Erid responded, speaking so forcefully that his brother didn’t know it was him at first. “We’ve heard plenty of them since we became transformed. We know how easy they are to say.”
The chancellor shook his head. “No. These words don’t come easily, I assure you. But as I said, I don’t expect you to forgive me. I just wanted you to know how I feel.”
“Isthatit?” asked Corba. “Isthatwhyyouaskedustocome here?”
It took Amon a moment to understand what she had said. “Not at all,” he told her. “I asked you here for a very important reason.” He gestured to indicate Dr. Crusher and the lieutenant. “As you may know, our friends from the Enterprise have been studying the genetic anomaly that triggered your transformations. And they believe they can reverse the process.”
Instantly, a murmur wove its way through the ranks of the transformed. They looked to Crusher and Sovar for confirmation.
“Is this true?” asked a youth who dwarfed the others.
The doctor smiled. “It’s true, all right.” She turned to Chancellor Amon. “If I may … ?”
The chancellor held his hands out in welcome. “Please do.”
The security officer watched as Crusher ascended the marble stairs at the side of the stage. Then he turned to see his brother’s reaction.
Erid seemed stunned more than anything else. No doubt, he was having a difficult time absorbing this turn of events.
Amon stepped aside and let the doctor take the podium. “If you want,” said Crusher, “I’ll explain the science behind our discovery. But I suspect what you really want to know is what will happen if you’re changed back.”
She noted that the process would take a few days. She noted also that there might be some side effects—but that they would be minimal and temporary.
“On the other hand,” the doctor continued, “the reversal itself would be absolutely permanent. Once your powers are gone, you’ll never get them back again. Never.”
The transformed looked at one another. The vast majority of them were grinning. Some even embraced each other.
But Erid wasn’t one of them. Neither was Corba. They looked as if they had already lost something precious.
Sovar was surprised. His brother had looked so miserable on the streets of Verdeen, so bitter about the way he looked and the discomfort he felt. How could he not jump at the chance to leave all that behind?
Dr. Crusher answered a few of the transformed’s questions, then returned the podium to Chancellor Amon. The chancellor thanked the transformed for