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generalized thaw. If history meant anything, the Aloof would be rigidly pursuing the same dictates as ever, and it was only the extraordinarily rare contingency that the DNA-infested meteor represented that had caused them to drag a couple of citizens of the Amalgam in as bit players. That the invitation was a rarity was undeniable, but nothing more could be read into it: there was no evidence that the Aloof's isolation was an act of fanaticism that would only be compromised in the direst of emergencies, or that their contact with Lahl represented some kind of wilting of long-held cultural norms in the face of an otherwise insoluble crisis. The one pattern to the Aloof's actions, in as much as any could be discerned, was that they appeared to make carefully measured responses, designed to meet very clear goals. If recruiting the help of outsiders for the first time in one and a half million years was necessary to meet those goals, why would they hesitate? Stubbornness? Timidity? Inertia? It was comforting to imagine that only such petty and irrational reasons could have caused them to spurn their neighbors for so long, but a far more humbling possibility remained: they had simply never found the Amalgam the least bit useful or relevant before.
    Rakesh said, «Are you desperate to move on? Even if there's no news to be found here, it seems a shame to jump planet after just a couple of hours.»
    Parantham flicked her ears in agreement. «I've never been much of a gratuitous tourist, but after such a long journey we can surely look around.» Rakesh was relieved. Though he'd felt as if he'd steeled himself for anything as he'd departed from the node, having just escaped from Csi's manipulations he was relishing this chance to catch his breath before delivering himself into the hands of the Aloof.
    The town of Faravani was a loosely spaced assembly of shelters, gardens and sculptures. Winding between them were swaths of empty land, covered by the same wild vegetation as grew in the surrounding fields. Rather than suggesting a state of decay, though, as if this unkempt space had been neglected or abandoned, it made the more obviously artificial elements of the town look as if they'd been freshly delivered, carefully laid down in a pristine field just a month or two before.
    The quads trotted playfully around this maze in groups of three or four, some racing each other, some moving more sedately. Like most citizens of the Amalgam who chose to be embodied, they clearly relished their physicality, with all of the specific abilities and constraints that came with it. Having one kind of body rather than another was a supremely arbitrary choice, but the restrictions it imposed gave a shape to everything you experienced. Early in his third century, Rakesh had played around with different bodies for a while, but wandering through that vastly larger space of possibilities had made him feel like no one at all.
    «Don't you get disoriented?» he asked Parantham. «Four legs one day, two the next?» He swung his gaze from shoulder to shoulder, a quad gesture that referred to his own body. «
This
is part of what unifies me, what makes me feel that the person who wakes up every morning is the same as the one who went to sleep.»
    «I don't actually sleep, Rakesh,» she reminded him.
    «Well, no, but that's not the point.»
    She rolled her neck pensively. «I understand what you're talking about: inhabiting a particular kind of body has its own unique flavor. The way the joints and muscles interact, the way all their degrees of freedom are linked together, paints a beautiful shape in phase space. I enjoy exploring those constraints. But I don't need them to be the same for my entire life. They're not part of my identity.»
    A trio of quads passed them at a gallop, and Parantham took off after them. Rakesh watched, smiling, knowing better than to try to catch up. He felt a fresh pang of homesickness; it would have been nice to have someone in