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She smiles. She says his name.
Ender Wiggin, my precious.
Maybe we’re the varelse. Maybe xenocide is built into the human psyche as into no other species. Maybe the best thing that could happen for the moral good of the universe is for the Descolada to get loose, to spread throughout the human universe and break us down to nothing. Maybe the Descolada is God’s answer to our unworthiness.
İnsanlar... zordur, jane.
This was the hardest task of all, for despite all Jane’s experience with human minds, despite all her conversations with Ender, individual human beings were still mysterious. Jane had concluded: No matter how well you know what a person has done and what he thought he was doing when he did it and what he now thinks of what he did, it was impossible to be certain of what he will do next.
‘You don’t know that. You don’t know what your self is.’
‘You’re telling me to find my soul.’ She made her voice sound derisive as she said the word.
‘Jane, the miracle wasn’t that the doll was reborn as a boy. The miracle was the fact that the puppet ever came to life at all. Something happened to turn meaningless computer connections into a sentient being. Something created you. That’s what makes no sense. After that one, the other part should be easy.’
Pinehead story
Jane waited, but Ender said no more. ‘That’s the whole story?’
‘Isn’t it enough?’
‘Why did you tell me this? It’s all dreams and wishes. What does it have to do with me?’
‘It was the story that came to mind.’
‘Why did it come to mind?’
‘Maybe that’s how God speaks to me,’ said Ender. ‘Or maybe I’m sleepy and I don’t have what you want from me.’
‘I don’t even know what I want from you.’
‘I know what you want,’ said Ender. ‘You want to be alive, with your own body, not dependent on the philotic web that binds the ansibles together. I’d give you that gift if I could. If you can figure out a way for me to do it, I’ll do it for you. But Jane, you don’t even know what you are. Maybe when you know how you came to exist, what makes you yourself, then maybe we can save you from the day when they shut down the ansibles to kill you.’
‘So that’s your story? Maybe I’ll burn down with the house, but somehow my soul will end up in a three-year-old orphan boy?’
Aglicam
'...Don’t underestimate the gods.’
‘Does your Catholic God speak to you?’
‘Maybe he does. I never hear him, though. Or if I do, I never know that it’s his voice I’m hearing.’
‘And when you die, do the gods of every people really gather them up and take them off somewhere to live forever?’
‘I don’t know. They never write.’
‘When I die, will there be some god to carry me away?’