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She smiles. She says his name.
Ender Wiggin, my precious.
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Nisan 2024 tarihinde katıldı
There is a part of him that yearns to be himself. No, not himself. A self.
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Let’s disappoint them
‘Divine Wind,’ she said. ‘I read about it – it was founded as a Shinto world the way Path was supposed to be Taoist. The purity of ancient Japanese culture. But I think it’s not so very pure these days.’
‘More to the point, it’s the world where Andrew and Jane and I felt – if one can speak of my having feelings apart from Ender’s own – the world where we might find the center of power in the worlds ruled by Congress. The true decision makers. The power behind the throne.’
‘So you can subvert them and take over the human race?’
‘So I can stop the Lusitania Fleet. Taking over the human race is a bit later on the agenda. The Lusitania Fleet is something of an emergency. We have only a few weeks to stop it before the fleet gets there and uses the Little Doctor, the M.D. Device, to blow Lusitania into its constituent elements. In the meantime, because Ender and everyone else expects me to fail, they’re building these little tin can starships as fast as possible and transporting as many Lusitanians as they can – humans, Piggies, and Buggers – to other habitable but as yet uninhabited planets. My dear sister Valentine – the young one – is off with Miro – in his fresh new body, the dear lad – searching out new worlds as fast as their little starship can carry them. Quite a project. All of them betting on my – on our – failure. Let’s disappoint them, shall we?’
‘Disappoint them?’
‘By succeeding. Let’s succeed...'
I am not myself
‘I am not myself,’ said Peter.
‘You are saying this to control yourself,’ said Wang-mu, guessing but also sure she was right. ‘This is your incantation, to stop yourself from doing what you desire.’
Peter sighed and leaned over, laying his head down on the terminal, his ear pressed against the cold plastic surface.
‘What is it you desire?’ she said, fearful of the answer.
‘Go away,’ he said.
‘Where can I go? This great starship of yours has only one room.’
‘Open the door and go outside,’ he said.
‘You mean to kill me? To eject me into space where I’ll freeze before I have time to suffocate?’
He sat up and looked at her in puzzlement. ‘Space?’ His confusion confused her. Where else would they be but in space? That’s where starships went, through space. Except this one, of course.
As he saw understanding come to her, he laughed aloud.
‘Oh, yes, you’re the brilliant one, they’ve remade the entire world of Path to have your genius!’
'...All my memories prior to the moment I came to life on Ender’s little voyage Outside, in all of them I see myself through someone else’s eyes. A very odd feeling, I assure you.’
She recoiled at the image. ‘I have read the book. I know the Hegemon was not a monster!’
‘It wasn’t the Speaker for the Dead who created me Outside. It was the frightened boy Ender. I’m not the Peter Wiggin he so wisely understood in that book. I’m the Peter Wiggin he had nightmares about. The one who flayed squirrels.’