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With a final heart-wrenching scream, Zoquitl expelled the last of the Mind from her womb. The herd was grazing on the edge of a clearing. She seemed to be hearing her own voice from a long way away, clinical, emotionless, physician’s notes, an audio-cylinder voice. “She’s early,” she said, flatly, and she wasn’t speaking of their arrival time.

“There’s so much we don’t know. An older man, Chinese looking, passed in the opposite direction, carrying a grease-smeared wrench. Socks and trouser legs were covered quickly in clinging burrs. But it’s probably not the kind of war you’re thinking of.