Ender's Game Page #2

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!

Good.

You are to work as a team.

You will all make this

bunk room your home.

You will keep your home clean!

There are separate

showers for both sexes.

If you're found in an area not

designated to your gender,

I will personally neuter you!

Am I clear?

Sir, yes, sir!

Class is in five!

Follow the yellow lights!

Yellow, like your cowardly selves!

Sir, yes, sir!

Welcome to Battle School.

A great responsibility

rests upon each of you.

When the enemy first invaded,

we were not ready.

Millions of innocent

lives were lost.

That must never be

allowed to happen again.

We threw everything we

had at the invaders.

And in the midst of

that decisive battle,

a legendary hero emerged.

Eject! Eject!

Break away now! Hammer 3!

Hammer 2, break left!

Bend at left, 7 o'clock.

Hammer 2 is hit! Hammer 2 critical!

Hammer 1 has been hit!

We will never forget

what the enemy did.

But we defeated them.

And we will do so again.

Let the courage of Mazer Rackham

be your inspiration.

Wakey, wakey, rise and shine!

Put on your Battle Room suits!

That's the padded one with

the helmet and the weapon!

Do not attempt to fire the weapon!

Holster it!

Let's move it, Launchies!

You've got 10 minutes!

At ease.

This is the Battle Room.

In here, the floor has been designed

to create an Earth-like

gravitational pull.

Step through that gate

and you're in a zero-G environment.

Wiggin.

Get up here.

What do I do now, sir?

Go on in.

All right. Now, push off.

Whoa.

Pull yourself. Whoa!

Grab my hand.

No, no! Stop! Stop!

Nicely done!

These guys are still

trying to stay up,

the way they came in.

Like you said in the shuttle,

there is no up or down in space.

But we'll need some way

to orientate in here.

Maybe the enemy's gate is "down."

I like it.

Like they're a bug to be

crushed under our feet.

Exactly.

What do you think this does?

We'll have to find out.

Whoa!

Well, that's harmless.

What do you think it does

when it hits the suit?

Good question.

Shoot me in the leg.

We shoot each other.

Same time.

You ready?

In three...

two, one...

Whoa! My leg's frozen!

Mine too!

I can't bend my knee.

Shoot me in the chest.

Come on! I'm getting away!

This is amazing!

I can't move at all now.

You're out of your mind.

That's enough.

You're flappin' around

like a bunch of drunken ducks!

If you expect to compete

with the other teams at this school,

you've got a lot to learn.

Sergeant, explain the game.

Yes, sir.

You will train to compete

as a team against other teams.

You get one point for

a hit to a limb,

six for a torso hit,

which will immobilize

you completely.

But, if either side gets one cadet

through their enemy's gate unharmed,

that army will win,

regardless of points already scored.

Am I clear?

Sir, yes, sir!

"Dear Valentine...

So this is Battle School.

"Every day, hours of training.

"And far more homework

than we ever had on Earth.

"We train in hand-to-hand combat.

"It keeps us in shape.

And aggressive."

And up!

And one!

Two!

Three!

"I feel Peter in me whenever I fight."

- Wiggin!

- "I wish I didn't.

"We've been studying

Formic flight patterns

"for three months now,

"but they seem entirely random.

"The truth is we really don't

understand our enemy.

"And no one ever adequately explains

"how Mazer Rackham actually

defeated the entire fleet.

"The Colonel said he

expects me to lead.

"But how? What makes a good leader?

"Everyone here is very different.

"So many, many things to learn.

"Always very little sleep.

"Please write back.

I haven 't heard from you.

"How are you?

Is Peter behaving?

"Are you getting my emails?

I miss you..."

Attention on deck!

Evening, Launchies.

At ease.

I'm pleased to see that most

of you are performing well.

As you know, competition for

Command School is tough.

Some in the higher ranks have

failed to meet our standards,

and they're being sent home.

So, I may have the opportunity

to promote some of you.

Look to your left.

Look to your right.

These are not your friends.

They are competition.

Keep up the hard work.

Attention!

Sir?

Is our email being blocked?

It's just that none

of us have received

any replies from home.

All communication is being

temporarily held back.

Why, sir?

Launchie, it is not your place...

Your families will not understand

what we're doing here.

And none of you need the

distraction of their replies.

I thought our privacy rights

had been restored, sir.

You have the right

to privately think whatever

you wish, Wiggin.

But there's too much at stake

to allow your unfiltered thoughts

to leave this facility.

Yes, sir.

Keep it up, snot,

and you will never make it

to Command School.

I thought it was a

legitimate question.

What?

You said if we had a

legitimate question...

Drop and give me 20!

You think you're the smartest

kid in this school?

No, sir.

You will never be a commander!

I will never salute you!

Yes, you will, Sergeant.

Give me 20 more!

Get up!

You do not speak unless spoken to!

Am I clear?

Sir, yes, sir!

Even if I have a

legitimate question?

Shut it, Wiggin!

Now go to sleep!

All of you!

You heard him.

Get some sleep.

We have only three passing scores

on the deep space navigation test.

Alai, Bean and Ender.

- What happened here?

- They probably cheated.

Your mother cheated.

That's why you look like a plumber.

Zip it!

You think this is a game?

No, ma'am.

- We are preparing for war.

- Yes, ma'am.

Now, the problem was simple.

How do you slingshot your forces

into an attack position on

the blind side of this moon

using the gravitational

pull from this planet?

This is basic rocket

science, people.

Ender, get down here and explain.

Ma'am, I think Bean or Alai

have a better handle

on this than I do.

All right.

Alai, come and explain.

Ma'am, we need

to approach the planet

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