"They"ve been flogging us through the simulator for three months now," said d.i.n.k.
"You"ll find that I"m by far the best tactician," said Petra. "d.i.n.k tries, but he has the mind of a child."
So they began working together, each squadron leader commanding individual pilots, and Ender commanding the squadron leaders. They learned many ways of working together, as the simulator forced them to try different situations. Sometimes the simulator gave them a larger fleet to work with; Ender set them up then in three or four toons that consisted of three or four squadrons each. Sometimes the simulator gave them a single starship with its twelve fighters, and he chose three squadron leaders with four fighters each.
It was pleasure; it was play. The computer-controlled enemy was none too bright, and they always won despite their mistakes, their miscommunications. But in the three weeks they practiced together, Ender came to know them very well. d.i.n.k, who deftly carried out instructions but was slow to improvise; Bean, who couldn"t control large groups of ships effectively but could use only a few like a scalpel, reacting beautifully to anything the computer threw at him; Alai, who was almost as good a strategist as Ender and could be entrusted to do well with half a fleet and only vague instructions.
The better Ender knew them, the faster he could deploy them, the better he could use them. The simulator would display the situation on the screen. In that moment Ender learned for the first time what his own fleet would consist of and how the enemy fleet was deployed. It took him only a few minutes now to call for the squadron leaders that he needed, a.s.sign them to certain ships or groups of ships, and give them their a.s.signments. Then, as the battle progressed, he would skip from one leader"s point of view to another"s, making suggestions and, occasionally, giving orders as the need arose. Since the others could only see their own battle perspective, he would sometimes give them orders that made no sense to them; but they, too, learned to trust Ender. If he told them to withdraw, they withdrew, knowing that either they were in an exposed position, or their withdrawal might entice the enemy into a weakened posture. They also knew that Ender trusted them to do as they judged best when he gave them no orders. If their style of fighting were not right for the situation they were placed in, Ender would not have chosen them for that a.s.signment.
The trust was complete, the working of the fleet quick and responsive. And at the end of three weeks, Mazer showed him a replay of their most recent battle, only this time from the enemy"s point of view.
"This is what he saw as you attacked. What does it remind you of? The quickness of response, for instance?"
"We look like a b.u.g.g.e.r fleet."
"You match them, Ender. You"re as fast as they are. And here -- look at this."
Ender watched as all his squadrons moved at once, each responding to its own situation, all guided by Ender"s overall command, but daring, improvising, feinting, attacking with an independence no b.u.g.g.e.r fleet had ever shown.
"The b.u.g.g.e.r hive-mind is very good, but it can only concentrate on a few things at once. All your squadrons can concentrate a keen intelligence on what they"re doing, and what they"ve been a.s.signed to do is also guided by a clever mind. So you see that you do have some advantages. Superior, though not irresistible, weaponry; comparable speed and greater available intelligence. These are your advantages. Your disadvantage is that you will always, always be outnumbered, and after each battle your enemy will learn more about you, how to fight you, and those changes will be put into effect instantly."
Ender waited for his conclusion.
"So, Ender, we will now begin your education. We have programmed the computer to simulate the kinds of situations we might expect in encounters with the enemy. We are using the movement patterns we saw in the Second Invasion. But instead of mindlessly following these same patterns, I will be controlling the enemy simulation. At first you will see easy situations that you are expected to win handily. Learn from them, because I will always be there, one step ahead of you, programming more difficult and advanced patterns into the computer so that your next battle is more difficult, so that you are pushed to the limit of your abilities."
"And beyond?"
"The time is short. You must learn as quickly as you can. When I gave myself to starship travel, just so I would still be alive when you appeared, my wife and children all died, and my grandchildren were my own age when I came back. I had nothing to say to them. I was cut off from all the people that I loved, everything I knew, living in this alien catacomb and forced to do nothing of importance but teach student after student, each one so hopeful, each one, ultimately, a weakling, a failure. I teach, I teach, but no one learns. You, too, have great promise, like so many students before you, but the seeds of failure may be in you, too. It"s my job to find them, to destroy you if I can, and believe me, Ender, if you can be destroyed I can do it."
"So I"m not the first."
"No, of course you"re not. But you"re the last. If you don"t learn, there"ll be no time to find anyone else. So I have hope for you, only because you are the only one left to hope for."
"What about the others? My squadron leaders?"
"Which of them is fit to take your place?"
"Alai."
"Be honest."
Ender had no answer, then.
"I am not a happy man, Ender. Humanity does not ask us to be happy. It merely asks us to be brilliant on its behalf. Survival first, then happiness as we can manage it. So, Ender, I hope you do not bore me during your training with complaints that you are not having fun. Take what pleasure you can in the interstices of your work, but your work is first, learning is first, winning is everything because without it there is nothing. When you can give me back my dead wife, Ender, then you can complain to me about what this education costs you."
"I wasn"t trying to get out of anything."
"But you will, Ender. Because I am going to grind you down to dust, if I can. I"m going to hit you with everything I can imagine, and I will have no mercy, because when you face the b.u.g.g.e.rs they will think of things I can"t imagine, and compa.s.sion for human beings is impossible for them."
"You can"t grind me down, Mazer."
"Oh, can"t I?"
"Because I"m stronger than you."
Mazer smiled. "We"ll see about that, Ender."
Mazer wakened him before morning; the clock said 0340, and Ender felt groggy as he padded along the corridor behind Mazer. "Early to bed and early to rise," Mazer intoned, "makes a man stupid and blind in the eyes."
He had been dreaming that b.u.g.g.e.rs were vivisecting him. Only instead of cutting open his body, they were cutting up his memories and displaying them like holographs and trying to make sense of them. It was a very odd dream, and Ender couldn"t easily shake loose of it, even as he walked through the tunnels to the simulator room. The b.u.g.g.e.rs tormented him in his sleep, and Mazer wouldn"t leave him alone when he was awake. Between the two of them he had no rest. Ender forced himself awake. Apparently Mazer meant it when he said he meant to break Ender down -- and forcing him to play when tired and sleepy was just the sort of cheap and easy trick Ender should have expected. Well, today it wouldn"t work.
He got to the simulator and found his squadron leaders already on the wire, waiting for him. There was no enemy yet, so he divided them into two armies and began a mock battle, commanding both sides so he could control the test that each of his leaders was going through. They began slowly, but soon were vigorous and alert.
Then the simulator field went blank, the ships disappeared, and everything changed at once. At the near edge of the simulator field they could see the shapes, drawn in holographic light, of three starships from the human fleet. Each would have twelve fighters. The enemy, obviously aware of the human presence, had formed a globe with a single ship at the center. Ender was not fooled -- it would not be a queen ship. The b.u.g.g.e.rs outnumbered Ender"s fighter force by two to one, but they were also grouped much closer together than they should have been -- Dr. Device would be able to do much more damage than the enemy expected.
Ender selected one starship, made it blink in the simulator field, and spoke into the microphone. "Alai, this is yours; a.s.sign Petra and Vlad to the fighters as you wish." He a.s.signed the other two starships with their fighter forces, except for one fighter from each starship that he reserved for Bean. "Slip the wall and get below them, Bean, unless they start chasing you -- then run back to the reserves for safety. Otherwise, get in a place where I can call on you for quick results. Alai, form your force into a compact a.s.sault at one point in their globe. Don"t fire until I tell you. This is maneuver only."
"This one"s easy, Ender," Alai said.
"It"s easy, so why not be careful? I"d like to do this without the loss of a single ship."
Ender grouped his reserves in two forces that shadowed Alai at a safe distance; Bean was already off the simulator, though Ender occasionally flipped to Bean"s point of view to keep track of where he was.
It was Alai, however, who played the delicate game with the enemy. He was in a bullet-shaped formation, and probed the enemy globe. Wherever he came near, the b.u.g.g.e.r ships pulled back, as if to draw him in toward the ship in the center, Alai skimmed to the side; the b.u.g.g.e.r ships kept up with him, withdrawing wherever he was close, returning to the sphere pattern when he had pa.s.sed.
Feint, withdraw, skim the globe to another point, withdraw again, feint again; and then Ender said "Go on in, Alai."
His bullet started in, while he said to Ender, "You know they"ll just let me through and surround me and eat me alive."
"Just ignore that ship in the middle."
"Whatever you say, boss."
Sure enough, the globe began to contract, Ender brought the reserves forward: the enemy ships concentrated on the side of the globe nearer the reserves. "Attack them there, where they"re most concentrated," Ender said.
"This defies four thousand years of military history," said Alai, moving his fighters forward. "We"re supposed to attack where we outnumber them."
"In this simulation they obviously don"t know what our weapons can do. It"ll only work once, but let"s make it spectacular. Fire at will."
Alai did. The simulation responded beautifully: first one or two, then a dozen, then most of the enemy ships exploded in dazzling light as the field leapt from ship to ship in the tight formation. "Stay out of the way," Ender said.
The ships on the far side of the globe formation were not affected by the chain reaction, but it was a simple matter hunting them down and destroying them. Bean took care of stragglers that tried to escape toward his end of s.p.a.ce -- the battle was over. It had been easier than most of their recent exercises.
Mazer shrugged when Ender told him so. "This is a simulation of a real invasion. There had to be one battle in which they didn"t know what we could do. Now your work begins. Try not to be too arrogant about the victory. I"ll give you the real challenges soon enough."
Ender practiced ten hours a day with his squadron leaders, but not all at once; he gave them a few hours in the afternoon to rest. Simulated battles under Mazer"s supervision came every two or three days, and as Mazer had promised, they were never so easy again. The enemy quickly abandoned its attempt to surround Ender, and never again grouped its forces closely enough to allow a chain reaction. There was something new every time, something harder. Sometimes Ender had only a single starship and eight fighters; once the enemy dodged through an asteroid belt; sometimes the enemy left stationary traps, large installations that blew up if Ender brought one of his squadrons too close, often crippling or destroying some of Ender"s ships. "You cannot absorb losses!" Mazer shouted at him after one battle. "When you get into a real battle you won"t have the luxury of an infinite supply of computer-generated fighters. You"ll have what you brought with you and nothing more. Now get used to fighting without unnecessary waste."
"It wasn"t unnecessary waste, Ender said. "I can"t win battles if I"m so terrified of losing a ship that I never take any risks."