Jul 28, 2020 16:49
It's incredibly funny as an adult that the Yeerk that manages to get out of the boiling pool and infest Jake is also astoundingly incompetent at being stealthy
The Yeerk showing Jake Tom's mind is the most disturbing thing in this series to me so far. He loved Tom and looked up to him so much. Also makes me rethink Tom throughout the entire series.
How so?
I actually did not remember the yeerk showing Tom's memories. To me, that's equally horrifying - that this parasite can retain your memories and thoughts then play them back to a different host later. It can really just show you a string of broken people to break you
Yeah I remembered the entire rest of this book except that Yeerks retained memories.
It shows the potential for Yeerk symbiosis though, in teaching and therapy and...
The most frustrating thing is Yeerks could do a lot of cool, consensual, beneficial things but instead they do this.
Like okay maybe it'd get boring for the Yeerks but then there's a lot of people that'd be willing to trade part time usage of their body, too, so...
I could feel the Yeerk opening my memory like a book again. He was checking through the list of all the morphs I had ever done.
Dog. Fish. Flea. Seagull. Dolphin. Ant. Wolf.
I knew what he must be thinking. Which could he use to evade the watchful owl in the tree above us? The owl who saw through the night like it was day, and heard the sounds no human could hear.
<She can't stay in owl morph forever,> the Yeerk said. <She has a two-hour time limit. Just as I do.>
<But of course there's Rachel and Marco and Ax. You don't know how many of them are here. You don't know where they are or what they are.>
<Can the owl watch a flea? I doubt it. Or an ant?> The Yeerk smirked.
<True. But how far can a flea travel in the two-hour time limit? Twenty yards? Thirty? Then you have to demorph and my friends will have no trouble finding you.>
<Shut up!> he yelled, losing patience.
I reveled in his anger. It meant he was scared. It also meant something else. I could not control my arms or legs. I could not even keep my mind closed from him. But he could not stop my thoughts. He could not stop me from talking to him.
And I had the power to annoy him. To distract him when he should be focused on escaping.
<You think you can harass me?> he said, reading my thoughts as soon as I had them. <You overestimate yourself.>
<You underestimate us, Yeerk. You thought you'd just morph and walk away. You guessed wrong. And your three days is less than two and a half already. Tick tock, Yeerk. Tick tock.>
<Let's see whether your owl friend can handle a wolf as easily as she handled the falcon.>
He began morphing. The wolf form was one I had enjoyed. Wolves are not subject to much fear. And their instincts are easily manipulated. Not like ants. Or the lizard that was one of my earliest morphs.
I watched as my body sprouted gray fur. As my face bulged out to become a long snout. As my ears slid up the side of my head to rest on top.
<I see our owl friend is keeping her distance> the Yeerk said. <l thought as much.>
He set out at a fast trot. Unlike tigers, wolves are long-distance travelers. They can cover amazing distances at a run. And worse, the wolf brain seemed to have some interior sense of direction. It knew which way was deeper into woods, and which way led to the city.
We ran through woods, through a night as dark as night can be. Clouds hung low over the forest, allowing only the palest glow from the moon.
<A quick jog back to what passes for civilization on this planet, demorph to human, and your friends will be powerless to stop me,> the Yeerk said.
I wondered who he was trying to convince. Me, or himself?
<You're an arrogant bunch, aren't you? You Yeerks, I mean.>
<Arrogant? Why wouldn't we be? We are the most powerful race in the galaxy. Overlords of the Taxxons. Conquerors of the Hork-Bajir and the Ssstram and the Mak. Soon to be conquerors of the humans.>
<Don't count the humans just yet,> I said. <And there are still the Andalites.>
<We'll save the Andalites for last,> he hissed.
He stopped moving and pricked up his wolf's ears. There came a distinct howling sound. Loud and not very far away, it rose and warbled and rose again before dying away.
A second wolf voice howled.
<Another wolf. Two,> the Yeerk said. I felt him contact the wolf's own submerged instinctive mind. What was the meaning of the howling?
A notice. A warning to any other wolves that we are here. Don't come around, unless you want to risk a fight.
Suddenly I realized what it meant. I laughed.
<This is an area we were in before,> I said. <As wolves. We discovered - >
<Silence! I know what you found. When will you figure out that I can read your memory as well as you can?>
<We found another pack of wolves. They think this is their territory,> I went on, enjoying the fact that I was bothering him. <Those howls you hear? Those are my friends. They're calling to the other wolf pack. Better run faster, Yeerk. That big male who runs the other pack is tough.>
The Yeerk began running all out, pushing the wolf body for all the speed and endurance it had.
The dark tree trunks were a blur as we ran through the night, followed by the howls of wolves who were not wolves.
Then, a smell on the wind. The smell of an other wolf. A male wolf.
<I believe that's my old friend now,> I said, laughing.
The Yeerk stopped running.
Ahead, through the trees, a pair of glittering yellow eyes glared at us. Other eyes appeared. Five wolves - five real wolves - waited for us to try to move forward.
<Go ahead?> I taunted the Yeerk. <Go kick his butt. Of course, that's a real wolf there. An alpha male. Leader of his pack, which means he's probably been in a dozen fights and won them all. Go on, Yeerk. Tell him how the Yeerks are masters of the galaxy. I'm sure he'll be veryimpressed.>
I could sense the Yeerk's hesitation. His uncertainty.
<So many species on this planet,> he said to himself. <So many balances and connections. Everything preying on everything else. Every power is checked by some other power. Every advantage is canceled by some disadvantage.>
<Yeah. Earth. It's a tough neighborhood.>
<When we take this planet, we will eliminate these species. We will simplify. Things should be simpler. Yes, much simpler.>
<I have a news flash for you, Yeerk. I don't think you're going to take this planet. I think this planet is going to take you.>
Just then, a human voice. "So. You about done playing games? Ready to come back to the shack?"
It was Marco. He was shoeless and wearing his morphing outfit. He had been one of the wolves who'd led us straight into the enemy pack.
Marco shivered. "Look, Mr. Yeerk, it's cold and I'm freezing. I always knew this situation with the morphing outfits was going to be trouble some day. So come on. Let's go back to the shack."
For a moment the Yeerk was so enraged he was ready to leap at Marco and tear out his throat.
But then, lumbering up behind Marco came Rachel. The very large version of Rachel with the trunk, the big leathery ears, and the two huge tusks.
Marco seemed to guess what had gone through the Yeerk's mind. "Go ahead. Try some thing. A wolf pack ahead. A very large, surprisingly fast African elephant behind you. And more surprises in the woods all around you. Oh, and one more thing . . . Cassie is nestled down in your
fur. Sucking your blood, I imagine. She did the flea thing."
I realized then that there is a very basic difference between Yeerks and humans.
A human will fight even when he knows he can't win. Maybe our species is just a little crazy.
But human history is full of cases where a handful of guys would fight an entire army. They'd get
stomped, but they'd fight anyway.
That's not the way it is for Yeerks. They are ruthless. They will do anything, absolutely anything
to win. But when the situation is impossible, totally impossible, they stop fighting. They figure
that other Yeerks will carry on the fight for them.
Different ways of looking at your world.
<You are fools,> the Yeerk said, having read my thoughts. <It is madness to fight when you cannot win.>
<Yes, it is foolish. It is crazy,> I agreed. <And it's why we will win.>
The Yeerk demorphed and returned to human form. My human form.
Marco walked away into the woods. Rachel rumbled off. And a few minutes later, an owl appeared to lead the way back to the shack.
The next morning, when it seemed like no one was watching, the Yeerk tried again. He morphed into an ant. He got three feet before running into a group of ants from a different colony. About forty of them attacked. They were ripping the ant body apart when the Yeerk demorphed and returned to human form.
<This is a savage planet,> he said. <We will tame this world, when we take it over.> But I don't think even he believed it anymore.
It was around nine in the morning on Saturday that the Yeerk first took over my body and brain.
By Monday evening, when the sun went down, he was growing distracted, unable to concentrate clearly.
By the time the moon rose in a newly clear, starry sky, he was weak with hunger. His slug body cried out for Kandrona rays the way a human would cry for food or water.
I could feel his arrogance evaporate. I could feel his despair.
He still had fantasies of being rescued. But he couldn't make those fantasies end very well. Even if he was rescued, he would no longer be the big hero who had destroyed the Animorphs.
He would try to think of clever ways to outwit my friends, but he could never be sure who was in the woods around us. Or what form they might have taken.
He tried to take on a bird shape again, reforming the peregrine falcon. The DNA had not been affected by the injuries Cassie had caused to the earlier morph, of course. The falcon was fine.
But it was daylight this time, and Tobias landed while the falcon was still half-morphed. He grabbed the falcon head in his talon and simply explained that if the Yeerk did not demorph, he would be killed.
For the first time, the Yeerk broke his silence with the others and spoke as a Yeerk.
<If you kill me, you'll kill your friend, as well,> he warned.
<Yes,> Tobias said. <I know.>
<You won't do it>
<Right from the start we have all said the same thing - better to die than be a Controller.> Tobias said. <But in any case, I don't need to kill you. I can simply put your eyes out. A blind falcon doesn't fly far.>
The Yeerk surrendered and demorphed.
We waited, as the minutes and hours of the night ticked away. He still hoped for a miracle to save him. But his hunger was a terrible thing, growing with every second.
<You think you'll win,> he sneered at me. <You won't win. Your people are blind to what is happening. And the Andalites will not return in time.>
<Maybe. But you won't be there to see it,> I said. <It must be four in the morning. Five hours left. Ticktock.>
<You're a cruel little human, aren't you?>
<I don't think so, no.>
<You know I am dying and you laugh at me.>
<What do you expect? Pity?>
He laughed. <No. We don't offer pity. And we don't expect pity. We are the masters of the galaxy. Conquerors of the Hork-Bajir and - >
<Yeah, yeah, I know. The mighty Yeerk empire.>
After that he said nothing to me for a while. It was impossible to sleep. He sat with my eyes open. He was too hungry to rest. The hunger infiltrated his mind. It twisted his thoughts.
<The Yeerk home world is a simpler place than this planet. Simple and elegant. No more than a hundred animal species. What do you have on Earth? A million species? More? What does a planet need with a million species?>
I didn't answer. His time was running out. Let him talk.
<We Yeerks evolved as parasites, not predators. Unlike you humans, we did not kill to eat. We were peaceful. We took many different species as our hosts. And as they evolved, so did we. Over time, the Gedds evolved. They were a sort of ... like a monkey, I suppose. We were in the Gedds till the Andalites first came. Some of our people still have nothing better than Gedds for hosts.>
<What about the Andalites?> I asked. <What happened when they came to your world?>
<Of course. The Andalite has not told you their story, has he? What a pity. It's such a fine story. Ask your pet Andalite Ax sometime. Ask him about the story of the Andalites and the Yeerks.>
<Maybe I will,> I said. I hoped the Yeerk would keep talking, but he fell silent.
The hours passed. An owl left and was replaced by another. The moon went down. Dawn was coming. I could feel it.
<Yes,> the Yeerk said, having read my thoughts. <Dawn. Just a few hours left. Ahhhh!> He cried out in silent pain. <The fugue. It begins.>
<The fugue?>
<The final hours. You will not enjoy it, although you may learn a great deal, human. You may learn more than you want to - aaaahhh!>
I was watching his pain from far away. I was an observer. Close enough to know what he was feeling, but feeling none of it myself.
At first it was wave after wave of pain. Starvation and death by thirst. All rolled into one agony.
The sun came up. Cassie stepped into the shack from the woods outside. She looked at me and nodded. "It's happening, isn't it?"
I wanted to answer, but even now, my voice was not my own.
Cassie came and sat down beside me. Beside us.
"Ax says this part is pretty rough. Just remember, when it's all over, I'll be here."
She slipped her hand into my hand. I could feel it. So could the Yeerk. But he did not reject this small bit of comfort, even though it was intended for me and not him.
His mind was deteriorating. His thoughts were becoming more visible to me. Like a movie that kept drifting in and out of focus.
I saw images from a strange place, as seen through strange eyes. Liquid all around. Shapes, like squids, shooting through the liquid. Yeerks. Swimming in the Yeerk pool. Soaking up Kandrona rays.
And there were images of the first host. A Gedd. So, I thought - that's what a Gedd looks like. I had seen a few aboard the Yeerk mother ship but had not known what they were. They were humanoid, short and stooped, with webbed feet and three clumsy fingers.
I saw the world as the Yeerk had seen it, through Gedd eyes. The vision was dim. The hearing was better. The Yeerk had been excited at getting his first host. He had subdued the Gedd mind with ruthless ease, crushing it with his superior intelligence and will.
The memory made me sick. The Gedd's bewilderment. His fear. And the Yeerk's fierce arrogance.
I turned my attention away from the memory and back to the world around me. To my surprise, I noticed that my arms were shaking. My legs were shaking.
Cassie had put her arm around my shoulders.
"Jake, if you can hear me, it's almost eight. One hour to go. Jake ... the Yeerk in your head is dying."
"Yes," I wanted to say. "He is."
I saw images from a strange place, as seen through strange eyes. Liquid all around. Shapes, like squids, shooting through the liquid. Yeerks. Swimming in the Yeerk pool. Soaking up Kandrona rays.
Ax said Yeerks are blind. Maybe he was taking a dip in the Yeerk pool as a Gedd or something.
Also it's too late now but I think Fly would have been his best bet. 4 mph for 2 hours puts you 8 miles out in any direction, then go bird and fly home.
Also it's too late now but I think Fly would have been his best bet. 4 mph for 2 hours puts you 8 miles out in any direction, then go bird and fly home.
"I realized then that there is a very basic difference between Yeerks and humans. A human will fight even when he knows he can't win. Maybe our species is just a little crazy. But human history is full of cases where a handful of guys would fight an entire army. They'd get stomped, but they'd fight anyway. That's not the way it is for Yeerks. They are ruthless. They will do anything, absolutely anything to win. But when the situation is impossible, totally impossible, they stop fighting. They figure that other Yeerks will carry on the fight for them. Different ways of looking at your world."
Hunh. You know, I've read variations on this theme a lot over the years. Never realized that I would've first seen it in Animorphs of all places.
True, but Ax could be wrong or oversimplfying. Ax has never been a Yeerk. And they may have bad enough vision that they're functionally blind.
"I realized then that there is a very basic difference between Yeerks and humans. A human will fight even when he knows he can't win. Maybe our species is just a little crazy. But human history is full of cases where a handful of guys would fight an entire army. They'd get stomped, but they'd fight anyway. That's not the way it is for Yeerks. They are ruthless. They will do anything, absolutely anything to win. But when the situation is impossible, totally impossible, they stop fighting. They figure that other Yeerks will carry on the fight for them. Different ways of looking at your world."
Hunh. You know, I've read variations on this theme a lot over the years. Never realized that I would've first seen it in Animorphs of all places.
It's kind of a weird trope when you think about it, because while humans are capable of struggling against all odds, they're also capable of giving in to despair and giving up, which animals, I believe, generally never do. So the idea only makes sense in a fictional setting with intelligent nonhumans who are more prone to giving up than humans are. And yet the way the trope is used (maybe not so much in Animorphs, but in other stories, e.g., Fullmetal Alchemist) often implies that writers see it as a profound observation about real life, rather than something that happens to be true in the setting they've created.
huh, my childhood memories only have Jake being infested and like nothing else from this book. like the capture/starving being pretty much the whole book, but its really just a small portion isn't it?
It's the last third of the book, but it does loom a lot larger in the mind. I think it's because it's the intense, unique part, while things like "Jake practicing morphing, the kids infiltrating a Sharing meeting/discussing how to stop a Yeerk plot" is sort of routine and not surprising at this point.
If the yeerk accepts that it's going to die, why not morph into a fish and take Jake down with it? I guess maybe the fugue mind state means it's not thinking clearly, but the idea must have occurred to it at some point.
It's just not a thing a Yeerk would do. Regardless of the accuracy of "humans don't give up ever," the books are pretty consistent that Yeerks do. If they can't win, they don't bother fighting until/unless that changes, even if they could get a taking-you-with-me out of it; they'll sit and wait for the ever-decreasing chance of rescue instead.
It's kind of a weird trope when you think about it, because while humans are capable of struggling against all odds, they're also capable of giving in to despair and giving up, which animals, I believe, generally never do. So the idea only makes sense in a fictional setting with intelligent nonhumans who are more prone to giving up than humans are. And yet the way the trope is used (maybe not so much in Animorphs, but in other stories, e.g., Fullmetal Alchemist) often implies that writers see it as a profound observation about real life, rather than something that happens to be true in the setting they've created.
Personally, I wonder if that's due to how helpless Yeerks are in their native form. If a Yeerk is in trouble outside a host, it's screwed, end of story. There's no biological impetus to fight on even when survival is improbable because Yeerks are that helpless unless they're in a host.