Ender's Saga 1 - Ender's Game

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ENDER'S GAME

by Orson Scott Card

Table of Contents

Chapter 1 -- Third ...................................................... 3

Chapter 2 -- Peter .....................................................14

Chapter 3 -- Graff .....................................................24

Chapter 4 -- Launch ..................................................40

Chapter 5 -- Games...................................................54

Chapter 6 -- The Giant's Drink ....................................78

Chapter 7 -- Salamander............................................95

Chapter 8 -- Rat ..................................................... 138

Chapter 9 -- Locke and Demosthenes ........................ 170

Chapter 10 -- Dragon .............................................. 219

Chapter 11 -- Veni Vidi Vici....................................... 246

Chapter 12 -- Bonzo ................................................ 283

Chapter 13 -- Valentine ........................................... 322

Chapter 14 -- Ender's Teacher .................................. 361

Chapter 15 -- Speaker for the Dead........................... 432

Chapter 1 -- Third

"I've watched through his eyes, I've listened through his

ears, and tell you he's the one. Or at least as close as

we're going to get."

"That's what you said about the brother."

"The brother tested out impossible. For other reasons.

Nothing to do with his ability."

"Same with the sister. And there are doubts about him.

He's too malleable. Too willing to submerge himself in

someone else's will."

"Not if the other person is his enemy."

"So what do we do? Surround him with enemies all the

time?"

"If we have to."

"I thought you said you liked this kid."

"If the buggers get him, they'll make me look like his

favorite uncle."

"All right. We're saving the world, after all. Take him."

***

The monitor lady smiled very nicely and tousled his hair

and said, "Andrew, I suppose by now you're just absolutely

sick of having that horrid monitor. Well, I have good news

for you. That monitor is going to come out today. We're

going to just take it right out, and it won't hurt a bit."

Ender nodded. It was a lie, of course, that it wouldn't

hurt a bit. But since adults always said it when it was

going to hurt, he could count on that statement as an

accurate prediction of the future. Sometimes lies were

more dependable than the truth.

"So if you'll just come over here, Andrew, just sit right up

here on the examining table. The doctor will be in to see

you in a moment."

The monitor gone. Ender tried to imagine the little device

missing from the back of his neck. I'll roll over on my back

in bed and it won't be pressing there. I won't feel it

tingling and taking up the heat when I shower.

And Peter won't hate me anymore. I'll come home and

show him that the monitor's gone, and he'll see that I

didn't make it, either. That I'll just be a normal kid now,

like him. That won't be so bad then. He'll forgive me that I

had my monitor a whole year longer than he had his. We'll

be-- not friends, probably. No, Peter was too dangerous.

Peter got so angry. Brothers, though. Not enemies, not

friends, but brothers-- able to live in the same house. He

won't hate me, he'll just leave me alone. And when he

wants to play buggers and astronauts, maybe I won't have

to play, maybe I can just go read a book.

But Ender knew, even as he thought it, that Peter

wouldn't leave him alone. There was something in Peter's

eyes, when he was in his mad mood, and whenever Ender

saw that look, that glint, he knew that the one thing Peter

would not do was leave him alone. I'm practicing piano,

Ender. Come turn the pages for me. Oh, is the monitor boy

too busy to help his brother? Is he too smart? Got to go

kill some buggers, astronaut? No, no, I don't want your

help. I can do it on my own, you little bastard, you little

Third.

"This won't take long, Andrew," said the doctor.

Ender nodded.

"It's designed to be removed. Without infection, without

damage. But there'll be some tickling, and some people

say they have a feeling of something missing. You'll keep

looking around for something. Something you were looking

for, but you can't find it, and you can't remember what it

was. So I'll tell you. It's the monitor you're looking for, and

it isn't there. In a few days that feeling will pass."

The doctor was twisting something at the back of Ender's

head. Suddenly a pain stabbed through him like a needle

from his neck to his groin. Ender felt his back spasm, and

his body arched violently backward; hi head struck the

bed. He could feel his legs thrashing, and his hands were

clenching each other, wringing each other so tightly that

they ached.

"Deedee!" shouted the doctor. "I need you!" The nurse

ran in, gasped. "Got to relax these muscles. Get it to me,

now! What are you waiting for!"

Something changed hands; Ender could not see. He

lurched to one side and fell off the examining table. "Catch

him!" cried the nurse.

"Just hold him steady."

"You hold him, doctor, he's too strong for me."

"Not the whole thing! You'll stop his heart."

Ender felt a needle enter his back just above the neck of

his shirt. It burned, but wherever in him the fire spread,

his muscles gradually unclenched. Now he could cry for the

fear and pain of it.

"Are you all right, Andrew?" the nurse asked.

Andrew could not remember how to speak. They lifted

him onto the table. They checked his pulse, did other

things; he did not understand it all.

The doctor was trembling; his voice shook as he spoke.

"They leave these things in the kids for three years, what

do they expect? We could have switched him off, do you

realize that? We could have unplugged his brain for all

time."

"When does the drug wear off'?" asked the nurse.

"Keep him here for at least an hour. Watch him. If he

doesn't start talking in fifteen minutes, call me. Could have

unplugged him forever. I don't have the brains of a

bugger."

***

He got back to Miss Pumphrey's class only fifteen minutes

before the closing bell. He was still a little unsteady on his

feet.

"Are you all right, Andrew?" asked Miss Pumphrey.

He nodded.

"Were you ill?"

He shook his head.

"You don't look well."

"I'm OK."

"You'd better sit down, Andrew."

He started toward his seat, but stopped. Now what was I

looking for? I can't think what I was looking for.

"Your seat is over there," said Miss Pumphrey.

He sat down, but it was something else he needed,

something he had lost. I'll find it later.

"Your monitor," whispered the girl behind him.

Andrew shrugged.

"His monitor," she whispered to the others.

Andrew reached up and felt his neck. There was a

bandaid. It was gone. He was just like everybody else now.

"Washed out, Andy?" asked a boy who sat across the

aisle and behind him. Couldn't think of his name. Peter.

No, that was someone else.

"Quiet, Mr. Stilson," said Miss Pumphrey. Stilson smirked.

Miss Pumphrey talked about multiplication. Ender doodled

on his desk, drawing contour maps of mountainous islands

and then telling his desk to display them in three

dimensions from every angle. The teacher would know, of

course, that he wasn't paying attention, but she wouldn't

bother him. He always knew the answer, even when she

thought he wasn't paying attention.

In the corner of his desk a word appeared and began

marching around the perimeter of the desk. It was upside

down and backward at first, but Ender knew what it said

long before it reached the bottom of the desk and turned

right side up.

THIRD

Ender smiled. He was the one who had figured out how to

send messages and make them march-- even as his secret

enemy called him names, the method of delivery praised

him. It was not his fault he was a Third. It was the

government's idea, they were the ones who authorized it--

how else could a Third like Ender have got into school? And

now the monitor was gone. The experiment entitled

Andrew Wiggin hadn't worked out alter all. If they could,

he was sure they would like to rescind the waivers that

had allowed him to be born at all. Didn't work, so erase

the experiment.

The bell rang. Everyone signed off their desks or

hurriedly typed in reminders to themselves. Some were

dumping lessons or data into their computers at home. A

few gathered at the printers while something they wanted

to show was printed out. Ender spread his hands over the

child-size keyboard near the edge of the desk and

wondered what it would feel like to have hands as large as

a grown-up's. They must feel so big and awkward, thick

stubby fingers and beefy palms. Of course, they had bigger

keyboards-- but how could their thick fingers draw a fine

line, the way Ender could, a thin line so precise that he

could make it spiral seventy-nine times from the center to

the edge of the desk without the lines ever touching or

overlapping. It gave him something to do while the teacher

droned on about arithmetic. Arithmetic! Valentine had

taught him arithmetic when he was three.

"Are you all right. Andrew?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"You'll miss the bus."

Ender nodded and got up. The other kids were gone.

They would be waiting, though, the bad ones. His monitor

wasn't perched on his neck, hearing what heard and seeing

what he saw. They could say what they liked. They might

even hit him now-- no one could see anymore, and so no

one would come to Ender's rescue. There were advantages

to the monitor, and he would miss them.

It was Stilson, of course. He wasn't bigger than most

other kids, but he was bigger than Ender. And he had

some others with him. He always did.

"Hey, Third."

Don't answer. Nothing to say.

"Hey, Third, we're talkin to you, Third, hey bugger-lover,

we're talkin to you."

Can't think of anything to answer. Anything I say will

make it worse. So will saying nothing.

"Hey, Third, hey, turd, you flunked out, huh? Thought

you were better than us, but you lost your little birdie,

Thirdie, got a bandaid on your neck."

"Are you going to let me through?" Ender asked.

"Are we going to let him through? Should we let him

through?" They all laughed. "Sure we'll let you through.

First we'll let your arm through, then your butt through,

then maybe a piece of your knee."

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ENDER'SGAMEbyOrsonScottCard(c)1985byOrsonScottCardTableofContentsChapter1--Third......................................................3Chapter2--Peter.....................................................14Chapter3--Graff.....................................................24Chapter4--Launch............

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