Ender's Game Page #2

The Formics might have wiped us out

the last time, you know.

A brilliant commander is

the only thing that saved us.

Mazer Rackham...

Mazer Rackham.

We need minds like yours, Ender.

Young people integrate complex

data more easily than adults.

Will the monitor be reinstalled?

No.

You're graduating.

To Battle School.

Privacy rights restored.

If there is a chance that,

because of you,

the Formics might leave

us alone forever,

then I have to ask

you to come with me.

It's what I was born for, right?

Valentine was too compassionate

for Battle School.

My brother Peter washed out

because he was too

quick to violence.

Colonel Graff said I

need to find a balance

between those emotions if I

were to succeed.

Join the others.

Go on.

- You're late.

- Out of my control.

I'm Ender.

Ender?

What kind of name is that?

What's your name?

Name's Bean.

Bean?

Grew up on the streets.

Not worth a bean.

T-minus

10 seconds and counting.

T-minus five seconds and counting.

Four, three, two, one...

- Wow...

- Oh...

Oh, my gosh!

I'm gonna be...

A bag! Give him the bag!

Whoa!

Oh!

Are you serious, man?

Close the bag!

You all right?

Mmm.

What are you doin', Wiggin?

Nothing, sir.

Something funny?

I asked you a question, Launchie!

Sir, the way you're floating.

Horizontal.

I thought that was funny.

Really? Why?

Because in zero gravity

there is no right side up.

You may think you're vertical

and we may be horizontal.

Is that funny?

Sir, no, sir!

Yes, it is.

Alai, do you know what

he's talkin' about?

- Yes, sir.

- No, you don't.

There's only one kid on this launch

with any brains at all so far.

And that's Ender Wiggin.

All new arrivals

follow the yellow lights

to your accommodations.

The yellow lights.

Sir, you made them hate me.

I told them you were the best.

We need a Julius Caesar,

- a Napoleon.

- We hope that will be you.

Caesar was assassinated

by the people he trusted.

And Napoleon lost in the end.

Not before he conquered

the known world.

- Dismissed.

- Yes, sir.

He has a complicated

response to authority.

He wants to please the

overbearing father figure,

but resents a lack of

reciprocated affection.

His isolation can never be broken.

He must never believe

anyone will help him.

Oh, look!

It's the smartass.

Thanks.

Thought I'd have to ask

to be by the door.

Speak your name.

Ender Wiggin.

Don't freeze your balls, kid.

Attention on deck!

At ease.

Listen up, Launchies!

My name is Sergeant James Dap.

Ask me a legitimate question

and I will give you a direct answer.

But if you are looking for

a shoulder to cry on,

use a pillow!

Do I look like I'm joking, snots?

Sir, no, sir!

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