Jun 20, 2020 18:04
You could reasonably assume Tom found out something he shouldn't have and was taken kicking and screaming, since he tried to fistfight Visser Three.
It's been years, but the exploding Taxxons really stuck in my head. And I remember trying to draw the Mardrut, and thinking it was cool that Ax had some weird in-built time-tracking ability.
Ax is so good. I'm slightly ahead in book 5 and I'm excited for the thread to get to the first in a series of mall capers that begins with the Radio Shack visit that he, Jake and Marco go on. He really is the best.
You could reasonably assume Tom found out something he shouldn't have and was taken kicking and screaming, since he tried to fistfight Visser Three.
I think it's addressed in a later book that Tom actually joined the sharing (spoilers for what I'm pretty sure is book 6) to get closer to a girl he liked (who obviously ended up being a controller). An extremely teenager thing to do, honestly.
Wonder if that lines up to possibly be Taylor. I barely remember that one though
You'd think they could go seagull, fly down, then back to human before morphing dolphin. I guess they get better at the logistics later!
To me, I sort of take Cassie's hesitation in this book at face value; She's risking all their lives on a dream they had and a conversation with a whale, and she's scared she's going to get them killed for no reason, and she doesn't want the responsibility of choosing. She asks Jake earlier in the book to decide if they should go on the mission, and admits that the reason she's asking him is "And then if it's a disaster, it will all be on your head," I said. "You'll be the one who feels bad. You'll be the one to blame".
So I guess I don't know whether I agree with you or not? I think I maybe have a more charitable view of "she wants to keep her hands clean" than the people who have the theory a saying, "She doesn't want to be stuck with the responsibility or guilt when things go wrong", which is maybe more fear than hypocracy?
I mean, the kids don't know that, though. They don't know to what extent the Yeerks have infiltrated. Also, from a practical standpoint, even assuming they can do the bird/person/bird/person thing every two hours, which they're having trouble with in this book, they still have parents, and while the "Mom, dad, I'm sleeping over at Rachel's house, and you don't have to call her mom because she said its ok" thing might work, if you say to your parents "Umm, mom, dad, I'm going to be gone for a few days because I have to turn into a bird and fly to England so I can tell the Prime Minister that alien slugs are trying to take over the world", the response you should expect is more on the level of either "We're taking you to a therapist" or "You're grounded".
There's also, of course, the big answer to "why doesn't the author have their characters do x" which is that it doesn't fit with the story they're trying to tell, and this is, of course, a story about becoming a teenager and going through experiences and changes you're convinced you can't tell anybody about, as all the things you took for granted as a kid about trusting adults and knowing who your friends were and just accepting the world around you and what you've been taught all fades away. This is, at its base, a story about adolescence and the fears and struggles you face going through it.
I always assumed the morphing tech was intended by Elfangor to help them prove their case, but even then, there's a difference between proving you can turn into a tiger and use telepathy and proving alien brain slugs are real.
Correct me if I'm wrong, they recruit the disabled kids bc yeerks would never use a physically disabled host unless they had some sort of societal power, right?
Correct me if I'm wrong, they recruit the disabled kids bc yeerks would never use a physically disabled host unless they had some sort of societal power, right?
Exactly, they need to recruit more people without worrying about quarantining each one for three days or the Yeerks finding out. They figure the Yeerks won't infest disabled people.
Their justification for it being teens specifically is a little weaker but makes more sense within the specific book. They reason that teens will accept the story of the Yeerks more readily than an adult, who they'll have to convince and who might want to do their own thing. Within that book though, their parents who are now hiding with them try to take control of the groups decision making (I think specifically Rachel's mom does this) and the Animorphs basically have to put them in their place and tell them all to shut up and that they aren't making decisions anymore.
Adults might want to do their own thing' is specifically funny to me though with the context of David. I guess it's more of a worry that an adult might want to take over specifically bc of age and a desire to 'protect' the teenaged Animorphs?
The creature Visser Three had become did not tire.
We did.
I felt like I had been swimming forever. Half an hour into the chase, I was exhausted. We had been powering through the water at panic speed. Fighting every current. Fighting the terrible urge to rest as our tails weakened. Fighting the growing hunger.
WHUMP, WHUMP, WHUMP.
The mardrut never tired. It never weakened. It gained on us a foot at a time, bit by bit.
I could see it now. A huge purple-and-red mottled bag that undulated and oozed through the water. It was propelled by the three huge water sacs, firing one after another. Between those loud bursts, the hundreds of tiny tails that covered its entire surface thrashed and kept up momentum.
WHUMP, WHUMP, WHUMP.
Then he spoke. We had all heard that silent voice in our heads before. It was like hearing the most terrible curses. It was pure malice and hatred poured directly into our brains.
<l am coming for you, brave Andalite warriors,> Visser Three sneered. <l am coming for you.>
That voice churned my insides. I felt my own hatred flaring up to match his. The images Ax had painted - an Earth brown and empty and filled with nothing but the slaves of the Yeerks. . . .
I had lived my entire life without feeling hatred. It is a sickening feeling. It burns and burns, and sometimes you think it's a fire that will never go out.
<l am coming for you. You will be mine. Shall I make you Controllers? Or shall I simply eat you? The time for me to decide draws near. You weaken. Your time runs short.>
WHUMP, WHUMP, WHUMP.
We had all been exposed to Visser Three. Ax had not. He seemed to shudder, even in his shark body. The dead shark eyes showed no emotion, but his
swimming became erratic.
<Ax,> I said to him. He did not answer. <Ax, we have heard his voice before. We've heard his threats. And we are still alive.>
<He will kill us,> Ax said. <He will kill us! He killed Elfangor!>
<Ax, hang in there. Don't answer him. Don't think about him. Just swim!>
But Ax's fear was catching. He was right. We didn't have enough time to make it to land without being trapped in our dolphin bodies. And we would never escape him, anyway. I glanced back.
He was only five body lengths away!
I demanded still more from my burning muscles, but there was nothing more to ask.
This is the end, Cassie, I told myself. This is the end.
I felt the terrible hatred surge in me again. But I didn't want to end my life that way. I would not die with hate in my heart. That would be one victory I could deny Visser Three.
I let my mind drift, even as my shattered body struggled to go on. I felt my mind floating back. To the barn, and all the animals there. To my father, my mother. To Jake.
I remembered good things. Riding the high thermals with Tobias and the others with wings spread wide. Good days. Sitting at my grand mother's feet as she told me the story of our family, of all the generations who had lived on and worked the farm.
And then a more recent memory surfaced. The whale. I remembered his huge, gentle silence filling my mind.
I could even hear his song.
Wait! I could hear his song. That wasn't memory. I was hearing his plaintive, haunting song, reverberating through the water.
He was not far away.
I opened my mind and let my human consciousness slip away. I let go. I invited the dolphin mind - the mind that loved to play and loved to fight and loved the feeling of soaring out of the water right up into the air like a bird - to surface in my head.
I fired echolocating bursts, a thousand quick clicks compressed into a few seconds. And more than that, I cried for help.
It was foolish. It was ridiculous. But I cried out in a silent plea, like a child with a nightmare calling for her mother.
The monster is after me! The destroyer! The evil one!
Help me.
<We have used eighty percent of our time,> Ax managed to say.
<Twenty-four minutes left,> Marco gasped.
<lt doesn't matter. I'm done for,> Rachel admitted. <l can't keep going. And he's too close. It's time to turn and fight.>
WHUMP, WHUMP, WHUMP.
<We cannot possibly win,> Ax said.
<We know,> Jake said. <But if I have to lose, I'd rather lose fighting than let him catch us one by one.>
<That is a very Andalite thing to say,> Ax said. <We have a lot in common. I wish it had ended differently.>
<On the count of three,> Jake said.
<One.>
<Two.>
<Let's go.>
We stopped. We turned to face the mardrut.
<Jake?> I said. <l wanted to tell you . . .>
<Yes. Me, too, Cassie,> he said.
WHUMP, WHUMP, WHUMP.
The red-and-purple behemoth rushed at us.
I shook with terror. But I was too tired to swim away.
Help me! I cried one last time. But I knew there was no one to help.
And then I let it all go ...
. . . and said good-bye.
Oh, Yea!
Yeah I think the moral grayness is definitely in recruiting teens, not in the disabled thing, bc like, disabled people can make their own decisions, especially if there's no mental impairment, and they have the same stakes as everyone else in wanting to defend the Earth from the yeerks.
'Adults might want to do their own thing' is specifically funny to me though with the context of David. I guess it's more of a worry that an adult might want to take over specifically bc of age and a desire to 'protect' the teenaged Animorphs?
<I've made up my mind what to do with you,> Visser Three said. <After this long chase I am really quite hungry.>
He rushed at us.
We rushed at him.
Something dark came hurtling up from the ocean floor.
Something dark and long and bigger even than the mardrut.
FWOOOMP!
Visser Three shuddered and stopped dead in the water.
A second dark shape, as fast as the first.
FWOOOMP!
<The great ones,> I whispered.
< It's the whales!> Marco yelled.
There were five of them in the water.
The two big males who had struck first had heads like sledgehammers. Sperm whales. Sixty feet long. Sixty-five tons. The weight of fifty cars.
They had dived deep and come tearing up at awesome velocity to slam into the creature from another world's ocean.
The mardrut was big. The mardrut was strong. But nothing living can survive for long, being slammed by creatures weighing a hundred and thirty thousand pounds.
Then, the whale - my whale, because that's how I thought of him - began to lash the mardrut with his tail. Hammer blows. Hits that could have knocked walls down. Again and again, as two smaller females joined in and the two sperm whales circled back for another attack.
<Rrraaaggghhhh!> Visser Three's cry of pain and fury echoed in my brain.
<He's retreating!> Jake crowed.
<He's running!> Rachel said. <Hah-hah!>
<I don't think Visser Three likes whales very much,> Marco yelled. <I don't think he likes them at all!>
The whales chased him for a while, but they let him go in the end.
Whales are not very good at killing. They don't really have much of a talent for hating and destroying.
My whale, the big humpback, returned in a few minutes and rested in the water beside me.
I wanted to thank him, but, as I said, whales don't think in human words or human thoughts. Still, I tried, anyway.
Thanks, big guy.
People who argue about how smart whales are, or whether they are as smart as humans, kind of miss the point. Whales will never read books or build rockets or do algebra. In all those areas, humans are smarter.
Humans are the great brains of planet Earth.
But it isn't necessary to believe whales are as smart as humans to believe that they are great. They don't have to know words to sing songs. They don't have to be anything but what they are to be magnificent. And even though I don't really know what a soul is, I know this - if humans have them, then so do whales.
I wanted to thank him for responding to my call for help. But I had a strange feeling, as he opened his great heart to the dolphin mind that was in my own, that he hadn't just come in response to me.
I had the feeling - and that's all it was, a feeling - that in some way the sea itself had called him to respond to the presence of an abomination.
Of course I never told that to Jake or any of the others. They would have laughed. At least, Marco would have.
<Morph time is almost up,> Ax said.
<l think if we morph, the whale will carry us until we are ready to morph again,> I said.
So we morphed back to our human bodies, and Ax morphed to his Andalite body, and we crawled up on the whale's huge back.
I fell asleep. I know that sounds pretty incredible, but I did. I was exhausted. Physically. Emotionally. In every way you can be tired, I was tired.
When I woke up, it was sunset. We were near shore. I could see the beach, and just a little farther down the shore, the mouth of the river.
We were wet, of course, covered with splashing water and the spray from the whale's blow hole. It was a little cold, especially now that the sun was going down.
But then again, I wasn't Visser Three's lunch, so I wasn't going to complain.
Jake was sitting cross-legged on the whale's back, smiling at me.
"Some day, huh?" he said.
I smiled. "Yeah."
"We did it. We saved the Andalite. And we got out alive."
"Barely," I said.
"You know something? You were right. You trusted your feelings and we followed you and we're all safe."
I nodded. "Yes, I guess so. Only ... as Marco would say, let's not do this again any time soon, okay?"
Jake smiled his slow smile. "It's fun being a dolphin, though, isn't it? I know you were worried about it. You know, thinking maybe it wasn't right and all."
I shook my head slowly. "I'm still not sure it's right. But I guess we don't have much of a choice. The Yeerks started this fight, not us. And after what Ax said ... I guess it's not just about one species, human beings. It's about all the animals. It's about all of Earth."
Jake nodded. "I think if you could ask the dolphins, they would say it's all right to use them. Since what you're trying to do is save them."
"Nah, they would just think it was all a big game. They would never understand."
We both laughed. Even if they could talk, the dolphins would never really understand what we were so upset about. We knew that better than anyone.
"I guess that's true," Jake said. "But we do understand." He met my gaze. "We do understand what's at stake. And we'll do whatever we have to do to win."
I knew what he was trying to tell me. We'd used the dolphins to save them. We'd used other animals to save them, too. And that made it okay.
If you don't like whales kicking the crap out of Visser Three why are you even here
Can whales actually hit stuff with their tales? Wouldn't that just, like, push them through the water?
That said, I imagine getting hit by a fast-moving sperm whale would be extremely unpleasant.
I do like the running gag throughout the series that Visser Three keeps turning up in monstrous alien gribblies... and almost always gets his ass kicked by Earth wildlife. I remember one of the later books explicitly stating that Earth's ecosphere is unbelievably vicious by galactic standards, and that most aliens who know about Earth have humans on their radar for the simple fact that humans are the apex species of this death world.
Light spoilers for a future book and question about Visser 3's biology:
I remember later the Yeerks are genetically adapting sharks so their brains are big enough for Yeerks to live in. Does this ever come up in Visser 3's morphs? He can't morph small enough wit hour killing the yeerk inside? Does this ever come up in an animorphs battle plan against him?
Obtaining a Yeerkbane morph would probably require a bit more competence than we've seen so far though.
A zoo, probably. I could see the Yeerks keeping some around as trophies after completing their conquest of their homeworld. And Visser Three making up a story about how he totally fought one and acquired it legit, when he just went to the zoo and had it sedated.
That's a good question as to which morphs the Visser picked up on his own. I think I recall that Andalites tend to see morphing primarily as a tool for espionage, and don't have much conception of "battle morphs." Makes sense considering they have an effective natural weapon in their tails.
I don't remember seeing Alloran morph into battle forms before his infestation. Ax usually opts to stay in his normal form in fights, which you'd think would raise some questions about why only one of the Andalite bandits didn't acquire an Earth critter, but I don't remember it coming up. But it also makes sense consider Andalite pride.
Makes sense though that the Visser, as a yeerk, would want to take advantage of as many bodies as he could. When so much of your existence depends on what host body you can take over, why not opt for lots of them in one since you have the chance?
All these different approaches to mind/body issues still hold up and are very interesting to me![]()