"Brian Plante - Something Meaningful" - читать интересную книгу автора (Plante Brian)

Jeez, what the hell am I doing here? I thought-spoke. How did I get in this
body? How do I get back to normal?

Please calm yourself, Ecreath replied. It is much harder to understand when
you are excited.

I’ll ... try, I thought-spoke, making an effort to keep my composure. How did
I get to be in this body?

Your human body was suffering from a disease, Ecreath thought-spoke. Your
spouse entered your name on our help list some time ago, but there are so many of
you and relatively few of us. We came to you as we have to many others, to cure
you. The Canopian who touched you, Davril, was a healer, but something
unexpected happened.

My wife poisoned me, I thought-spoke. Did your healer know about that?

No, but that explains it. We Canopians heal from within. Many species,
including your own, have some capacity to heal many infirmities by the power of
the mind. The healer goes into your body, and uses its own internal capabilities to
heal. Unfortunately, counteracting large doses of toxins is not a task the mind can
easily perform.

But then why am I still alive?

While Davril was in your body healing your Alzheimer’s disease, he parked
your mind, your healthy mind, into his own body for storage. It should have been
temporary, but Davril got caught in your body by the poison and succumbed.

Then my wife is doubly a murderer, I thought-spoke. Your Davril is dead,
and I might just as well be.

You are not dead. We will attempt to make your new life as comfortable as
possible.

Okay ... Ecreath ... thanks for your hospitality, I thought-spoke. But what
I’d really like is for you to take me home. I have to make sure that murderer of a
wife doesn’t go unpunished.

We are home, Ecreath thought-spoke. You cannot live among humans except
for brief periods. The atmosphere on Earth is not sufficient to sustain your present
bodily needs.

Great, just great, I thought, but not to Ecreath. Thinking to yourself was
somehow different from thought-speaking.

How is it we are communicating? I thought-spoke.

We Canopians are more sensitive than your kind to the electromagnetic