and birth—a fetus becomes a human being in its own right, and with its own rights.
That option three turned out to be correct should have been expected. Even many religions held that the arrival of the soul occurred sometime in the middle of pregnancy. Saint Thomas Aquinas had allowed abortion to the sixth week for male fetuses and the third month for females, those being the points at which he believed the soul entered the body. And in Muslim belief, according to Sarkar, the nafs enters the fetus on the fortieth day after conception.
Granted, none of those coincided with Peter’s figure of nine or ten weeks. But the certain knowledge that there was a specific point at which the soul did arrive would—the thought occurred to him again—would change the world. And, of course, not everyone would think it a change for the better.
Peter wondered what it would be like to see himself burned in effigy on TV.
IT HAD BEEN just over nine weeks since Cathy had told Peter about her affair. Things had remained strained between them throughout that period. But now it was necessary that they have a serious talk—a talk about a different crisis, a crisis from their past.
Today was Monday, October 10—Canadian Thanksgiving. Both of them had the day off. Peter came into the living room. Cathy was sitting on the love seat, doing The New York Times crossword. Peter came over and sat next to her.
“Cathy,” he said, “there’s something I have to say.”
Cathy’s enormous eyes met his, and suddenly Peter realized what she was thinking. He’d made his decision, she thought. He was leaving her. He saw in her face all the fear, all the sadness, all the courage. She was struggling for composure.
“It’s about our baby,” said Peter.
Cathy’s face changed abruptly. She was confused now. “What baby?”
Peter swallowed hard. “The baby we, ah, aborted twelve years ago.”
Cathy’s eyes were moving back and forth. She clearly didn’t understand.
“Next week, my company will be making a public announcement about the soulwave,” he said. “At that time, some additional research will be revealed. But— but I wanted you to hear about it first.”
Cathy was silent.
“I know now when the soulwave arrives in a child.”
She read his manner, read his hesitancy. She knew his every gesture, his whole body-language vocabulary. “Oh, God,” Cathy said, her eyes wide in horror. “It arrives early, doesn’t it? Prior to when we—when we—”
Peter said nothing.
“Oh, God,” she said again, shaking her head. “It was the Nineties,” she said, as if that summed it all up.
The Nineties. Back then, the abortion issue, like most others, had been simplified to a ridiculous sloganeering level: “Pro-choice”—as if there were another faction that was anti-choice; “Pro-life”—as if there had been a group that was against life. No grays were allowed. In the circle the Hobsons had moved in— educated, well-off, liberal Eastern Canada—pro-choice had been the only stance to take.
The Nineties.
The politically correct Nineties.
Peter shook his head. “It’s not clear,” he said. “We did it right around the time the soulwave would have first appeared.” He paused, not knowing what to say. “It might have been okay.”
“Or it might have been … might have been …”
Peter nodded. “I’m so sorry, Cathy.”
She chewed her lower lip, confused and sad. Peter reached out and touched her hand.
CHAPTER 15
Hobson Monitoring had a standard database of medical journalists worldwide to whom electronic press kits were routinely sent. A few members of Peter’s senior staff argued that this particular release should also go to religion editors, but Peter vetoed that. He was still uncomfortable with the moral aspects of the discovery. Besides, everyone from The National Enquirer on down would be clamoring for interviews soon enough. An invitation to the press conference went out by email and courier three days in advance of the actual event. Peter was uneasy about the wording of the invitation, but Joginder Singh, his PR person, was adamant that this was the correct approach:
Hobson Monitoring Ltd. invites you to attend a press conference on Thursday, October 20, at 10:00 a.m. in room 104 of the Metro Toronto Convention Centre. We will be unveiling a fundamental breakthrough in science. Sorry, folks— no hints until you get here. But we promise that this story will be front-page news around the globe. Video linkups are available for those unable to attend in person; contact Joginder at Hobson Monitoring for details.
Several reporters did call, trying to sniff out whether the story would really be worth pursuing, or if this