Everything I knew is gone.' Kalus answered softly.
'Is that what the voice in the mirror was trying to tell me?'
'I thought you had forgotten.'
'I do not forget, Sylviana. And I think of things more than you
know. I am not one of the lesser animals. I am only different from
you.'
'I'm sorry.' Again she hung her head.
'Don't be sorry for things that are not wrong. You have your
sorrows and I have mine. Do not think of it now. There is only one
more thing I must ask you.'
'What is it?'
'Why did you not die with the others? And living, how have you not
grown old? Is your flesh so different from mine?'
'No, Kalus. It's very much the same.' She felt weak and
tearful, but also a strange determination to see it through. An unusual
emotion for her: direct rebellion against despair.
'My father was a scientist, a man of learning. Somehow he knew the
war was coming. Maybe I should have known it, too, but try to
understand. My friends and I had lived with the threat of nuclear
destruction all our lives. It just didn't seem real.....
'My father used all the money he had saved since my mother died, to
build a shelter in the Canadian Rockies. And he was involved with
several of his colleagues, other scientists like himself, in cryogenic
research: a way of putting people into a deep sleep, like hibernation.
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