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There
was
no
time
now
to
think
of
what
this
might
be
doing
to
the
daughter
fetus
,
only
time
to
accept
and
record
.
The
experiences
poured
in
on
Jessica
—
birth
,
life
,
death
—
important
matters
and
unimportant
,
an
outpouring
of
single
-
view
time
.
Why
should
a
fall
of
sand
from
a
clifftop
stick
in
the
memory
?
she
asked
herself
.
Too
late
,
Jessica
saw
what
was
happening
:
the
old
woman
was
dying
and
,
in
dying
,
pouring
her
experiences
into
Jessica
’
s
awareness
as
water
is
poured
into
a
cup
.
The
other
mote
faded
back
into
pre
-
birth
awareness
as
Jessica
watched
it
.
And
,
dying
-
in
-
conception
,
the
old
Reverend
Mother
left
her
life
in
Jessica
’
s
memory
with
one
last
sighing
blur
of
words
.
“
I
’
ve
been
a
long
time
waiting
for
you
,
”
she
said
.
“
Here
is
my
life
.
”
There
it
was
,
encapsuled
,
all
of
it
.
Even
the
moment
of
death
.
I
am
now
a
Reverend
Mother
,
Jessica
realized
.
And
she
knew
with
a
generalized
awareness
that
she
had
become
,
in
truth
,
precisely
what
was
meant
by
a
Bene
Gesserit
Reverend
Mother
.
The
poison
drug
had
transformed
her
.
