It is not Earth. He knows it is not Earth. But there is life there, that speaks and that builds, and perhaps they can help him. So his mind falls to it.
It emerges, slowly, from the foliage.
It is something like a giant praying mantis. Six slender, graceful limbs. Four are legs, two are studded along their length with barbs and end in something like hands. Its wide eyes seem curious, to his human sensibilities. Its legs fold and unfold smoothly, tracing wide arcs, as it approaches him.
It leads him, first to a road, then down the road to something like a city. They stop on the outskirts. It's a web of roads, with elaborate fountains at the intersections that more of the creatures stop and drink from occasionally; between the roads arranged like city blocks are miniature farms or gardens, or occasionally animal pens or things like silos. Most of the creatures he can see are much smaller than the one that found him; many of them are tending the miniature farms.
The creature retrieves the fruit he gave it from its pack, and with a whiplike motion of its claw-arm, pitches it toward a pen of sleepy lumbering mammals.
The creature rings a bell; a few more of the creatures look round and scurry their way. They chitter to each other.
It points at itself. "Mk ktk." It points at itself and one of the other ktk. "Nk ktk." It points at itself, the ktk to its left, and the ktk to its right. "Nklk ktk." It repeats the pointing-stabbing motions. "Mkmkt't ktk."
It points at him. "Mk lk." It gestures expansively at the forest behind him. "Nk lk? Nklk lk? Mkmkt't lk?"
- but their conversation is interrupted by a commotion; two of the smaller ktk have gotten into a fight.
The largest ktk spreads wings and scrambles toward the fight with a motion somewhere between running and flying; it grabs the two small ktk, one in each hand, and wrenches them apart.
Big-ktk examines right-hand ktk with eyes and antennae and mouthparts.
It tosses the corpse aside, then holds left-hand ktk in front of its face, hissing and chittering and chirping in outrage.
After a moment of this, it whips its arm and pitches the little creature away from the city.
The three ktk who'd been talking to him gather around the corpse. One picks it up by one limb and shakes it; it flops. The big one, the one who broke up the fight, chirps back and forth with the one holding the corpse, and then, working together, they rip off one of the corpse's arms. The big one starts eating it.
It's not trivial to read alien body language, but everyone involved seems pretty nonchalant about all this.
It makes a series of gestures:
First it points at him, then it makes a sort of handing-something-over gesture towards itself, then it points at one of the mammal pens. It pauses. Then it points at the city, then it makes the handing-something-over gesture away from itself, then it points at him. Then it shakes the corpse indicatively.
It's small enough to hold in one hand. He looks at it.
He can't tell living eyes from dead ones, in these species. But the little mouthparts are limp, and the antennae are lolling, inanimate.
Some blend of Alec Holland and the Green thinks that this can be appropriate, for the dead ktk to be returned to the plants of its homeworld.
He presses the head gently to his chest.
He can feel it, as he has felt animals decompose within him before, salts and lipids soaking gently into him. And he feels - something else, at once familiar and unrecognizable. It takes him a moment to place it.
There are traces of a thinking and speaking intelligence, within the corpse of the ktk. It's a thing he's perceived only once before, at the genesis of the new-thing that was made out of Alec Holland and the semiconsciousness of the Green. It was a moment filled with so many alien sensations that he wouldn't have been able to pick this one out, until he experienced it again in a new context.
There is something within the ktk that it shares with the human Alec Holland, and no other species he has ever decomposed within himself before. Something that other animals don't have, or something that they have in a form the Green does not know how to touch, or the new-thing that he is does not know how to touch.
He thinks he could take things from it. Perhaps its whole mind, as Alec's mind was taken.
If he has understood the exchange he just had correctly, then the ktk seem to regard the remains of their dead as resources to be traded and used.
He doesn't want to take the creature's entire mind - he doesn't want to create an entire new being within the green, without that being's consent. But perhaps with a light enough touch, he could make use of these remains to learn the language they speak here.
He has taken a hint more than he intended, but not so much that he cannot incorporate it within himself.
He seizes his right forearm in his left hand, and pulls branches and creepers back to dissolve his right shoulder. He presses his newly detached arm into his chest, and vines rope around and through it to reintegrate it into himself.
From his bare shoulder sprouts a new limb, more slender than his remaining arm; two thorned claw-arms burgeon from the end of it, and an alien head blooms.
With his new ktk-arm, he imitates the bowing-motion they make with their claw-arms. With his new second mouth, in their chittering language, he says, "thank you."
"Accepted." This seems to him a ktk way to respond. "I am trying to find a way to return to my home planet and would like to ask ktk for assistance, if you are able to give it. While I am here I am also interested in assisting your people in such ways as I can that do not rely on my indefinitely continued presence."
He considers his new vocabulary for ways to phrase his next question. Mkmktkt't'tkt doesn't have a word for loved ones, it doesn't have a word for family, it doesn't have a word for friends? It seems cartoonish.
"The dead ktk whose remains I consumed," he says. "Did it have - coworkers who especially enjoyed working with it, who will especially miss it? Would it be appropriate for me to talk with them and reassure them its remains were put to good use?"
"My species has... many deeply felt emotions around death, and around death of people they knew. One of us might want to speak to another of us, a stranger, who was there to see - the death of - one whose company they enjoyed - and helped make sure the remains were properly disposed of. To process those emotions."
"...Ktk do not by and large enjoy company. We meet for the sake of the project. When we can no longer bear each other, we depart, and return later. If the dead one was particularly skilled at some type of work, then those who grew accustomed to its assistance will naturally resent its absence. But I do not think ktk have the kind of emotions you are alluding to."
"I would be irritated to have lost a valuable asset? And I would want the body to be made good use of, if it died on-site, but that for the sake of the project, not for the sake of the dead colleague. ...I might experience something loosely similar to what you're describing if Mkmktkt't were destroyed, or some service it provided disrupted in a way that was difficult to fix. But even in that hypothetical, ktk do not much appreciate sharing their emotions, or having others' emotions shared with them. It would be invasive, in either direction."
"Somewhat, yes, but I am making allowances - children often do inappropriate things, if not exactly the ones you have done, and it is necessary to summon patience for onboarding them properly. I don't mean to suggest that you have the ineptitude of a child, but that you are obviously accustomed to different ways and will take time to acclimate to ours."
- he chortles. "Neither. That was the name of the person who I - absorbed, the way I absorbed the dead ktk. But I took more of him than I took of the dead ktk, and became a new thing very similar to the person he had been. He was a," "human," he finishes with his human mouth.