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the actual performance of the printing process for political reasons.
"Basically, we took the information and experience of Uraa's life and analyzed
it," China told them. "You will all receive the same basic print, minus some
of the more personal items that would have no bearing on you down there. We
don't know what might trigger the activation of the defenses, but if it is
keyed to alienness, then just hearing a non-Matriyehan tongue would be enough
and we want no slips, but we also want you to have full memories and
knowledge. As a result, we have instituted a filter of sorts. The Matriyehan
tongue is simple and not geared to the creation of new words or concepts, but
it is adequate even if you might have to use approximations and fifteen words
to describe one thing. The filter will simply not permit you to vocalize
anything except the native tongue.
It will be your primary language. You will think in it and it will take effort
to access another, even internally, and impossible vocally. You will, however,
still understand all the languages you know now, so you would still understand
me. Language shapes a culture more than anything else. Master System knows
this, which is why this was imposed. The more you relax, don't fight, and use
this language exclusively, the more native you will become. The terms are
holographically linked. When you hear 'daka' for example, you will instantly
think of the huge lava snakes."
The language was in fact compact, but relatively versatile. There were no
ambiguities allowed, and every term had just one meaning; most words, like the
names, were no more than two syllables. The native name for the world,
mystical and important because it contained three syllables, was pronounced
"Mah-treh-yeh."
"You will respond only to the names we give you," China continued. "That is
also for security. People's names are also legitimate words and might be
descriptives of personalities, but there don't seem to be any hard and fast
rules, so we tried to keep it close if we could. Maka means 'high tree,' for
example, so we can use that for you, Manka. Similarly, Mari means 'pretty
dirt.' Not a great name but close to Maria. Suni is 'Gray Rock,' Midi is a
kind of plant, Taeg, which is close, is sorry a kind of bug, and we chose Euno
for Silent Woman because it means 'quiet hand.' Lalla, your name is
unpronounceable in
Matriyehan, so we selected Aesa, which means 'strong branch.'"
She paused a moment, then continued. "We also must take a number of security
precautions considering the close call on Janipur. You won't have laser
pistols and you'll be practically defenseless against something like a Val. We
doubt one is there now, but if anything goes wrong, you can be sure one will
show up faster than we could. Now, listen well. Any attempt to probe your
mind, hypno
you, or in any way gain information about us will trigger an automatic dormant
program in your mind. It will block off any knowledge, any memories, not
Matriyehan. For all intents and purposes, it will erase anything not in the
programming we are about to give you. Only we know the code that will erase
the so-called worm program instead of triggering it. Only the machine that
creates it can remove it. It's an idea we took from the SPF, and we'll be
using it from this point on in the field. If you get separated from the group
for any reason, try to retrace the route to the fighter. It will be there
unless it is discovered and destroyed by the enemy. Just give your name. It
will recognize you and then notify us to set up transmission and reception. If
you return for any reason and it is not there, use the map references that
will be imprinted in your mind to go to the alternate points where pickup
might be made in order.
That's all there is, except, good fortune guide you all."
Only Vulture did not need the mindprobe; she already had an identity and
experience below, and had been designed to fool and be impervious to any of
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the standard devices. This also made her valuable in one other respect: she
alone would not be bound by the limitations of the program.
Unlike transmutation, the mindprobe process was neither quick nor without some
difficulty, and it took several hours to process them all.
Maria Santiago, like the others, awoke with a headache and slight dizziness
that took awhile to go away. She felt  strange. Strange memories and stranger
landscapes filled her mind, and she felt oddly cramped, closed in, and
threatened by the room. In the back of her mind she knew who she was, who the
others were, where they were and why, but it seemed suddenly remote, even
alien, and hard to grasp all the complexities of it. She tried not to think of
those things; thinking of them confused her and frightened her still more.
There was only the tribe, only the People, her wife-sisters and their chief.
Security lay only in the tribe, and so long as she was one with them she had
nothing to fear.
Maka led them down to the place where they would return to open and the
People, and they followed, eager to be away. Uraa went first, to scout the
way, then the rest followed with Maka last. They were transferred first to
Lightning, with
Raven piloting, and made the short jump from no-space to the carefully
precalculated angle and orbit that would bring them in at the "dead" spot,
where the ship could attain geostationary orbit long enough for them to
transmit down to the fighter without being picked up by the monitors.
One by one, they stepped out on the surface of Matriyeh and formed up. They
carried the crude stone-tipped spears, and stone axes and blow guns hung from
their vine belts.
Although they all had memory-pictures of the Earth-Mother, they all knew that,
except for Uraa, they were seeing it for the first time. The heat was great,
the humidity almost as bad, and the air had the fault smell of sulfur and
sulfuric compounds that took some getting used to.
The landscape was rough, barren Of life, and filled with grotesque rocky
forms;
black lava frozen in place like a great wave locked forever in stone, and
beyond, a burnt wasteland of reds and oranges and gray ash like thick sand.
The place had great beauty to it, but it was dead and threatening, as well,
and no place for people to live. The sky above was thick with clouds swirling
in demonic dances, and here and there in the distance thin fingers of
lightning lashed out and struck far off, bringing occasional distant
explosions to their ears.
Maka, too, was affected for a moment by all this, but she knew she had the
responsibility and that the day was more man half gone. She nodded to Uraa,
the scout, and she turned and led them down from the burnt and blackened side
of the great volcano, its cone invisible in the clouds, and finally on to the
gray sands. They set off at a run, the only sounds those of distant thunder
and the sharp breathing of the others. They ran for more than an hour without
a break, until they were within sight of the edge of the ash field and the
first, green growth, which began abruptly. Now they slowed, but still Maka
kept them to silent speech.
The jungle floor was quite dark and filled with vegetation; the great fronds
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