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The next day Ender went to the simulator room with his nose bandaged and his lip still puffy. Maezr was not there. Instead, a captain who had worked with him before showed him an addition that had been made. The captain pointed to a tube with a loop at one end. “Radio. Primitive, I know, but it loops over your ear and we tuck the other end into your mouth like this.”
“Watch it,” Ender said as the captain pushed the end of the tube into his swollen lip.
“Sorry. Now you just talk.”
“Good. Who to?”
The captain smiled. “Ask and see.”
Ender shrugged and turned to the simulator. As he did a voice reverberated through his skull. It was too loud for him to understand, and he ripped the radio off his ear.
“What are you trying to do, make me deaf?”
The captain shook his head and turned a dial on a small box on a nearby table. Ender put the radio back on.
“Commander,” the radio said in a familiar voice.
Ender answered, “Yes.”
“Instructions, sir?”
The voice was definitely familiar. “Bean?” Ender asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“Bean, this is Ender.”
Silence. And then a burst of laughter from the other side. Then six or seven more voices laughing, and Ender waited for silence to return. When it did, he asked, “Who else?”
A few voices spoke at once, but Bean drowned them out. “Me, I’m Bean, and Peder, Wins, Younger, Lee, and Vlad.”
Ender thought for a moment. Then he asked what the hell was going on. They laughed again.
“They can’t break up the group,” Bean said. “We were commanders for maybe two weeks, and here we are at Command School, training with the simulator, and all of a sudden they told us we were going to form a fleet with a new commander. And that’s you.”
Ender smiled. “Are you boys any good?”
“If we aren’t, you’ll let us know.”
Ender chuckled a little. “Might work out. A fleet.”
For the next ten days Ender trained his toon leaders until they could maneuver their ships like precision dancers. It was like being back in the battleroom again, except that now Ender could always see everything, and could speak to his toon leaders and change their orders at any time.
One day as Ender sat down at the control board and switched on the simulator, harsh green lights appeared in the space — the enemy.
“This is it,” Ender said. “X, Y, bullet, C, D, reserve screen, E, south loop, Bean, angle north.”
The enemy was grouped in a globe, and outnumbered Ender two to one. Half of Ender’s force was grouped in a tight, bulletlike formation, with the rest in a flat circular screen — except for a tiny force under Bean that moved off the simulator, heading behind the enemy’s formation. Ender quickly learned the enemy’s strategy: whenever Ender’s bullet formation came close, the enemy would give way, hoping to draw Ender inside the globe where he would be surrounded. So Ender obligingly fell into the trap, bringing his bullet to the center of the globe.
The enemy began to contract slowly, not wanting to come within range until all their weapons could be brought to bear at once. Then Ender began to work in earnest. His reserve screen approached the outside of the globe, and the enemy began to concentrate his forces there. Then Bean’s force appeared on the opposite side, and the enemy again deployed ships on that side.
Which left most of the globe only thinly defended. Ender’s bullet attacked, and since at the point of attack it outnumbered the enemy overwhelmingly, he tore a hole in the formation. The enemy reacted to try to plug the gap, but in the confusion the reserve force and Bean’s small force attacked simultaneously, while the bullet moved to another part of the globe. In a few more minutes the formation was shattered, most of the enemy ships destroyed, and the few survivors rushing away as fast as they could go.
Ender switched the simulator off. All the lights faded. Maezr was standing beside Ender, his hands in his pockets, his body tense. Ender looked up at him.
“I thought you said the enemy would be smart,” Ender said.
Maezr’s face remained expressionless. “What did you learn?”
“I learned that a sphere only works if your enemy’s a fool. He had his forces so spread out that I outnumbered him whenever I engaged him.”
“And?”
“And,” Ender said, “you can’t stay committed to one pattern. It makes you too easy to predict.”
“Is that all?” Maezr asked quietly.
Ender took off his radio. “The enemy could have defeated me by breaking the sphere earlier.”
Maezr nodded. “You had an unfair advantage.”
Ender looked up at him coldly. “I was outnumbered two to one.”
Maezr shook his head. “You have the ansible. The enemy doesn’t. We include that in the mock battles. Their messages travel at the speed of light.”
Ender glanced toward the simulator. “Is there enough space to make a difference?”
“Don’t you know?” Maezr asked. “None of the ships was ever closer than thirty thousand kilometers to any other.”
Ender tried to figure the size of the enemy’s sphere. Astronomy was beyond him. But now his curiously was stirred.
“What kind of weapons are on those ships? To be able to strike so fast?”
Maezr shook his head. “The science is too much for you. You’d have to study many more years than you’ve lived to understand even the basics. All you need to know is that the weapons work.”
“Why do we have to come so close to be in range?”
“The ships are all protected by forcefields. A certain distance away the weapons are weaker and can’t get through. Closer in the weapons are stronger than the shields. But the computers take care of all that. They’re constantly firing in any direction that won’t hurt one of our ships. The computers pick targets, aim; they do all the detail work. You just tell them when and get them in a position to win. All right?”
“No,” Ender twisted the tube of the radio around his fingers. “I have to know how the weapons work.”
“I told you, it would take —”
“I can’t command a fleet — not even on the simulator — unless I know.” Ender waited a moment, then added, “Just the rough idea.”
Maezr stood up and walked a few steps away. “All right, Ender. It won’t make any sense, but I’ll try. As simply as I can.” He shoved his hands into his pockets. “It’s this way, Ender. Everything is made up of atoms, little particles so small you can’t see them with your eyes. These atoms, there are only a few different types, and they’re all made up of even smaller particles that are pretty much the same. These atoms can be broken, so that they stop being atoms. So that this metal doesn’t hold together anymore. Or the plastic floor. Or your body. Or even the air. They just seem to disappear, if you break the atoms. All that’s left is the pieces. And they fly around and break more atoms. The weapons on the ships set up an area where it’s impossible for atoms of anything to stay together. They all break down. So things in that area — they disappear.”
Ender nodded. “You’re right, I don’t understand it. Can it be blocked?”
“No. But it gets wider and weaker the farther it goes from the ship, so that after a while a forcefield will block it. OK? And to make it strong at all, it has to be focused so that a ship can only fire effectively in maybe three or four directions at once.”
Ender nodded again, but he didn’t really understand, not well enough. “If the pieces of the broken atoms go breaking more atoms, why doesn’t it just make everything disappear?”
“Space. Those thousands of kilometers between the ships, they’re empty. Almost no atoms. The pieces don’t hit anything, and when they finally do hit something, they’re so spread out they can’t do any harm.” Maezr cocked his head quizzically. “Anything else you need to know?”
“Do the weapons on the ships — do they work against anything besides ships?”
Maezr moved in close to Ender and said firmly, “We only use them against ships. Never anything else. If we used them against anything else, the enemy would use them against us. Got it?”
Maezr walked away, and was nearly out the door when Ender called to him.
“I don’t know your name yet,” Ender said blandly.
“Maezr Rackham.”
“Maezr Rackham,” Ender said, “I defeated you.”
Maezr laughed.
“Ender, you weren’t fighting me today,” he said. “You were fighting the stupidest computer in the Command School, set on a ten-year-old program. You don’t think I’d use a sphere, do you?” He shook his head. “Ender, my dear little fellow, when you fight me, you’ll know it. Because you’ll lose.” And Maezr left the room.
– End Chapter Eleven –
