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@@@@@ The woman made a sound of amusementWe Seekers prefer a different sort of diagnosis My body knew this word, this title:SeekerIt sent a shudder of fear down my spineOf course,I had no reason to fear Seekers ?I sometimes wonder if the infection of humanity touches those in your profession,? the man mused, his voice still sour with annoyance?Violence is part of your life choiceDoes enough of your body's native temperament linger to give you enjoyment of the horror?? I was surprised at his accusation, at his toneThis discussion was almost like? an argument Something my host was familiar with but that I'd never experienced The woman was defensive?We do not choose violenceWe face it when we mustAnd it's a good thing for the rest of you that some of us are strong enough for the unpleasantnessYour peace would be shattered without our workYour vocation will soon be obsolete, I think ?The error of that statement lies on the bed there ?One human girl, alone and unarmed! Yes, quite a threat to our peace The woman breathed out heavily?But where did she come from? How did she appear in the middle of Chicago, a city long since civilized, hundreds of miles from any trace of rebel activity? Did she manage it alone?? She listed the questions without seeming to seek an answer, as if she had already voiced them many times ?That's your problem, not mine,? the man said?My job is to help this soul adapt herself to her new host without unnecessary pain or traumaAnd you are here to interfere with my job Still slowly surfacing, acclimating myself to this new world of senses, I understood only now that I was the subject of the conversationI was the soul they spoke o