"What is it like, there?"
"Hard work. Studies, just like school here, except we put you into mathematics and computers much more heavily. Military history. Strategy and tactics. And above all, the Battle Room."
"What"s that?"
"War games. All the boys are organized into armies. Day after day, in zero gravity, there are mock battles. n.o.body gets hurt, but winning and losing matter. Everybody starts as a common soldier, taking orders. Older boys are your officers, and it"s their duty to train you and command you in battle. More than that I can"t tell you. It"s like playing b.u.g.g.e.rs and astronauts-- except that you have weapons that work, and fellow soldiers fighting beside you, and your whole future and the future of the human race depends on how well you learn, how well you fight. It"s a hard life, and you won"t have a normal childhood. Of course, with your mind, and as a Third to boot, you wouldn"t have a particularly normal childhood anyway."
"All boys?"
"A few girls. They don"t often pa.s.s the tests to get in. Too many centuries of evolution are working against them. None of them will be like Valentine, anyway. But there"ll be brothers there, Ender."
"Like Peter?"
"Peter wasn"t accepted, Ender, for the very reasons that you hate him."
"I don"t hate him. I"m just--"
"Afraid of him. Well, Peter isn"t all bad, you know. He was the best we"d seen in a long time. We asked your parents to choose a daughter next-- they would have anyway-- hoping that Valentine would be Peter, but milder. She was too mild. And so we requisitioned you."
"To be half Peter and half Valentine."
"If things worked out right."
"Am I?"
"As far as we can tell. Our tests are very good, Ender. But they don"t tell us everything. In fact, when it comes down to it, they hardly tell us anything. But they"re better than nothing." Graff leaned over and took Ender"s hands in his. "Ender Wiggin, if it were just a matter of choosing the best and happiest future for you, I"d tell you to stay home. Stay here, grow up, be happy. There are worse things than being a Third, worse things than a big brother who can"t make up his mind whether to be a human being or a jackal. Battle School is one of those worse things. But we need you. The b.u.g.g.e.rs may seem like a game to you now, Ender, but they d.a.m.n near wiped us out last time. But it wasn"t enough. They had us cold, outnumbered and outweaponed. The only thing that saved us was that we had the most brilliant military commander we"ve ever found. Call it fate, call it G.o.d, call it d.a.m.nfool luck, we had Mazer Rackham."
"But we don"t have him now, Ender. We"ve sc.r.a.ped together everything mankind could produce, a fleet that makes the one they sent against us last time seem like a bunch of kids playing in a swimming pool. We have some new weapons, too. But it might not be enough, even so. Because in the eighty years since the last war, they"ve had as much time to prepare as we have. We need the best we can get, and we need them fast. Maybe you"re not going to work out for us, and maybe you are. Maybe you"ll break down under the pressure, maybe it"ll ruin your life, maybe you"ll hate me for coming here to your house today. But if there"s a chance that because you"re with the fleet, mankind might survive and the b.u.g.g.e.rs might leave us alone forever then I"m going to ask you to do it. To come with me."
Ender had trouble focusing on Colonel Graff. The man looked far away and very small, as if Ender could pick him up with tweezers and drop him in a pocket. To leave everything here, and go to a place that was very hard, with no Valentine, no Mom and Dad.
And then he thought of the films of the b.u.g.g.e.rs that everyone had to see at least once a year. The Scathing of China. The Battle of the Belt. Death and suffering and terror. And Mazer Rackham and his brilliant maneuvers, destroying an enemy fleet twice his size and twice his firepower, using the little human ships that seemed so frail and weak. Like children fighting with grown-ups. And we won.
"I"m afraid," said Ender quietly. "But I"ll go with you."
"Tell me again," said Graff.
"It"s what I was born for, isn"t it? If I don"t go, why am I alive?"
"Not good enough," said Graff.
"I don"t want to go," said Ender, "but I will."
Graff nodded. "You can change your mind. Up until the time you get in my car with me, you can change your mind. After that, you stay at the pleasure of the International Fleet. Do you understand that?"
Ender nodded.
"All right. Let"s tell them."
Mother cried. Father held Ender tight. Peter shook his hand and said, "You lucky little pinheaded fart-eater." Valentine kissed him and left her tears on his cheek.
There was nothing to pack. No belongings to take. "The school provides everything you need, from uniforms to school supplies. And as for toys-- there"s only one game."
"Good-bye," Ender said to his family. He reached up and took Colonel Graff"s hand and walked out the door with him.
"Kill some b.u.g.g.e.rs for me!" Peter shouted.
"I love you, Andrew!" Mother called.
"We"ll write to you!" Father said.
And as he got into the car that waited silently in the corridor, he heard Valentine"s anguished cry. "Come back to me! I love you forever!"
CHAPTER 4
Launch
"With Ender, we have to strike a delicate balance. Isolate him enough that he remains creative-- otherwise he"ll adopt the system here and we"ll lose him. At the same time, we need to make sure he keeps a strong ability to lead."
"If he earns rank, he"ll lead."
"lt isn"t that simple. Mazer Rackham could handle his little fleet and win. By the time this war happens, there"ll be too much, even for a genius. Too many little coats. He has to work smoothly with his subordinates."
"Oh. good. He has to be a genius and nice. too."
"Not nice. Nice will let the b.u.g.g.e.rs have us all,"
"So you"re going to isolate him."
"I"ll have him completely separated from the rest of the boys by the time we get to the School."
"I have no doubt of it. I"ll be waiting for you to get here. I watched the vids of what he did to the Stilson boy. This is not a sweet little kid you"re bringing up here."
"That"s where you"re mistaken. He"s even sweeter. But don"t worry. We"ll purge that in a hurry."
"Sometimes I think you enjoy breaking these little geniuses."
"There is an art to it, and I"m very, very good at it. But enjoy? Well, maybe. When they put back the pieces afterward, and it makes them better."
"You"re a monster."
"Thanks. Does this mean I get a raise?"
"Just a medal. The budget isn"t inexhaustible."