Giant shouted, “Cheater, cheater!” He jumped at the Giant's face, clambered up his lip and nose, and began to dig in the Giant's eye. The stuff came away like cottage cheese, and as the Giant screamed, Ender's figure burrowed into the eye, climbed right in, burrowed in and in.
The Giant fell over backward, the view shifted as he fell, and when the Giant came to rest on the ground, there were intricate, lacy trees all around. A bat flew up and landed on the dead Giant's nose. Ender brought his figure up out of the Giant's eye.
“How did you get here?” the bat asked. "Nobody ever comes here.”
Ender could not answer, of course. So he reached down, took a handful of the Giant's eyestuff, and offered it to the bat.
The bat took it and flew off, shouting as it went, "Welcome to Fairyland.”
He had made it. He ought to explore. He ought to climb down from the Giant's face and see what he had finally achieved.
Instead he signed off, put his desk in his locker, stripped off his clothes and pulled his blanket over him. He hadn't meant to kill the Giant. This was supposed to be a game. Not a choice between his own grisly death and an even worse murder. I'm a murderer, even when I play. Peter would be proud of me.
Ender's Game
7
Salamander
“Isn't it nice to know that Ender can do the impossible?”
"The player's deaths have always been sickening. I've always thought the Giant's Drink was the most perverted part of the whole mind game, but going for the eye like that-- this is the one we want to put in command of our fleets?”
"What matters is that he won the game that couldn't be won.”
"I suppose you'll move him now.”
"We were waiting to see how he handled the thing with Bernard. He handled it perfectly.”
"So as soon as he can cope with a situation, you move him to one he can't cope with. Doesn't he get any rest?”
"He'll have a month or two, maybe three, with his launch group. That's really quite a long time in a child's life.”
"Does it ever seem to you that these boys aren't children? I look at what they do, the way they talk, and they don't seem like little kids.”
"They're the most brilliant children in the world, each in his own way.”
"But shouldn't they still act like children? They aren't normal. They act like-- history. Napoleon and Wellington. Caesar and Brutus.”
"We're trying to save the world, not heal the wounded heart. You're too compassionate.”
"General Levy has no pity for anyone. All the videos say so. But don't hurt this boy.”
"Are you joking?”
"I mean, don't hurt him more than you have to.”
Alai sat across from Ender at dinner. "I finally figured out how you sent that message. Using Bernard's name.”
“Me?” asked Ender.
"Come on. who else? It sure wasn't Bernard. And Shen isn't too hot on the computer. And I know it wasn't me. Who else? Doesn't matter. I figured out how to fake a new student entry. You just created a student named Bernard-blank, B-E-R-N-A-R-D-space, so the computer didn't kick it out as a repeat of another student.”
“Sounds like that might work,” said Ender.
"OK, OK. It does work. But you did that practically on the first day.”
"Or somebody. Maybe Dap did it, to keep Bernard from getting too much control.”
"I found something else. I can't do it with your name.”
"Oh?”
"Anything with Ender in it gets kicked out. I can't get inside your files at all, either. You made your own security system.”
"Maybe.”
Alai grinned. "I just got in and trashed somebody's files. He's right behind me on cracking the system. I need protection, Ender. I need your system.”
"If I give you my system, you'll know how I do it and you'll get in and trash me.”
“You say me?” Alai asked. "I the sweetest friend you got!”
Ender laughed. "I'll setup a system for you.”
"Now?”
"Can I finish eating?”
The Giant fell over backward, the view shifted as he fell, and when the Giant came to rest on the ground, there were intricate, lacy trees all around. A bat flew up and landed on the dead Giant's nose. Ender brought his figure up out of the Giant's eye.
“How did you get here?” the bat asked. "Nobody ever comes here.”
Ender could not answer, of course. So he reached down, took a handful of the Giant's eyestuff, and offered it to the bat.
The bat took it and flew off, shouting as it went, "Welcome to Fairyland.”
He had made it. He ought to explore. He ought to climb down from the Giant's face and see what he had finally achieved.
Instead he signed off, put his desk in his locker, stripped off his clothes and pulled his blanket over him. He hadn't meant to kill the Giant. This was supposed to be a game. Not a choice between his own grisly death and an even worse murder. I'm a murderer, even when I play. Peter would be proud of me.
Ender's Game
7
Salamander
“Isn't it nice to know that Ender can do the impossible?”
"The player's deaths have always been sickening. I've always thought the Giant's Drink was the most perverted part of the whole mind game, but going for the eye like that-- this is the one we want to put in command of our fleets?”
"What matters is that he won the game that couldn't be won.”
"I suppose you'll move him now.”
"We were waiting to see how he handled the thing with Bernard. He handled it perfectly.”
"So as soon as he can cope with a situation, you move him to one he can't cope with. Doesn't he get any rest?”
"He'll have a month or two, maybe three, with his launch group. That's really quite a long time in a child's life.”
"Does it ever seem to you that these boys aren't children? I look at what they do, the way they talk, and they don't seem like little kids.”
"They're the most brilliant children in the world, each in his own way.”
"But shouldn't they still act like children? They aren't normal. They act like-- history. Napoleon and Wellington. Caesar and Brutus.”
"We're trying to save the world, not heal the wounded heart. You're too compassionate.”
"General Levy has no pity for anyone. All the videos say so. But don't hurt this boy.”
"Are you joking?”
"I mean, don't hurt him more than you have to.”
Alai sat across from Ender at dinner. "I finally figured out how you sent that message. Using Bernard's name.”
“Me?” asked Ender.
"Come on. who else? It sure wasn't Bernard. And Shen isn't too hot on the computer. And I know it wasn't me. Who else? Doesn't matter. I figured out how to fake a new student entry. You just created a student named Bernard-blank, B-E-R-N-A-R-D-space, so the computer didn't kick it out as a repeat of another student.”
“Sounds like that might work,” said Ender.
"OK, OK. It does work. But you did that practically on the first day.”
"Or somebody. Maybe Dap did it, to keep Bernard from getting too much control.”
"I found something else. I can't do it with your name.”
"Oh?”
"Anything with Ender in it gets kicked out. I can't get inside your files at all, either. You made your own security system.”
"Maybe.”
Alai grinned. "I just got in and trashed somebody's files. He's right behind me on cracking the system. I need protection, Ender. I need your system.”
"If I give you my system, you'll know how I do it and you'll get in and trash me.”
“You say me?” Alai asked. "I the sweetest friend you got!”
Ender laughed. "I'll setup a system for you.”
"Now?”
"Can I finish eating?”
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