The previous post, and Wednesday's roommate, suggested the above title.
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From The Dreaming Jewels , by Theodore Sturgeon: "Oh. And the crystals make things — even complete things — like Tin Pan Alley makes songs." "Something like it." Zena smiled. It was the first smile in a long while. "Sit down, honey; I'll bring the toast. Now — this is my guess — when two crystals mate, something different happens. They make a whole thing. But they don't make it from just anything the way the single crystals do. First they seem to die together. For weeks they lie like that. After that they begin a together-dream. They find something near them that's alive, and they make it over. They replace it, cell by cell. You can't see the change going on in the thing they're replacing. It might be a dog; the dog will keep on eating and running around; it will howl at the moon and chase cats. But one day — I don't know how long it takes — it will be completely replaced, every bit of it." "Then what?" "Then it can change itself — if it ever thinks of changing itself. It can be almost anything if it wants to be." Bunny stopped chewing, thought, swallowed, and asked, "Change how?" "Oh, it could get bigger or smaller. Grow more limbs. Go into a funny shape — thin and flat, or round like a ball. If it's hurt it can grow new limbs. And it could do things with thought that we can't even imagine. Bunny, did you ever read about werewolves?" "Those nasty things that change from wolves to men and back again?" Zena sipped coffee. "Mmm. Well, those are mostly legends, but they could have started when someone saw a change like that." |