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  "They've stopped and I haven't," said Ender.

  "How can you research it without lab equipment, without test subjects, without anything?"

  "I have this incredibly brilliant mind," said Ender cheerfully. "I look at all the genetic research they're doing and I'm connecting it with what we already know about Anton's Key from back in the days when top scientists were working hard on the problem. I connect things that the humans could never see."

  "We're humans," said Carlotta wearily.

  "Our children won't be, if I can help it," said Ender.

  "'Our children' is a concept that will never have a real-world example," said Carlotta. "I'm not mating with either of my male sibs, which includes you. Period. Ever. It makes me want to puke."

  "The idea of sex is what makes you puke," said Ender. "But I'm not talking about 'our children' in the sense of any of us reproducing together. I'm talking about the children we'll have when we rejoin the human race. Not the normal children, like our long-dead sibs who stayed with Mother and mated and had human children of their own. I'm talking about the children with turned Keys, the children who are little and smart like us. If I can find a way to cure them --"

  "The cure is to discard all the children like us, and keep the normal ones, and poof, Anton syndrome is gone." Carlotta always came back to the same argument.

  "That's not a cure, that's extinction of our new species."

  "We're not a species if we can still interbreed with humans."

  "We're a species as soon as we find a way to pass along our brilliant minds without the fatal giantism."

  "The giant's supposedly as brilliant as we are. Let him work on Anton's Key. Now come along so Sergeant doesn't get mad."

  "We can't let Sergeant boss us around just because he gets so angry when we don't obey."

  "Oh, brave talk," said Carlotta. "You're always the first to give in."

  "Not at this moment."

  "If Sergeant walked in here himself, you'd apologize and drop everything and come. You're only delaying because you're not afraid to annoy me."

  "Just as you're not afraid to annoy me."

  "Come on."

  "Where? I'll join you later."

  "If I say it, the Giant will listen in."

  "The Giant will track us anyway. If Sergeant is right and the Giant spies on us all the time, then there's nowhere to hide anyway."

  "Sergeant thinks there is."

  "And Sergeant's always right."

  "Sergeant might be right and we can humor him and it costs us nothing."

  "I hate crawling through the air ducts," said Ender. "You two love it, and that's fine, but I hate it."

  "Sergeant is being so nice today that he picked a place we can get to without going through ducts."

  "Where?"

  "If I tell you, I have to kill you," said Carlotta.

  "Every minute you take me away from my genetic research you're bringing us that much closer to death."

  "You already made your point, and it's an excellent point, and I'm ignoring you because you are coming to our meeting if I have to drag you there in small pieces."

  "If you regard me as expendable, have the meeting without me."

  "Will you abide by whatever Sergeant and I decide?

  "If by 'abide by' you mean 'ignore completely,' then yes. That's what your plans deserve."

  "We haven't made plans yet."

  "Today. You haven't made plans yet today."

  "Our other plans all failed because you didn't follow them."

  "I followed every plan I agreed with."

  "We outvoted you, Ender."

  "That's why I never agreed to majority rule."

  "Who's in charge, then?"

  "Nobody. The Giant."

  "He can't leave the cargo bay. He's not in charge of anything."

  "Then why are you and Sergeant so afraid he might be listening in?"

  "Because all he cares about is us, and he has nothing to do but spy on us."

  "He does research, just like me," said Ender.

  "That's what I'm afraid of. Results: zero. Time wasted: all of it."

  "You won't feel that way when I come up with the invasovirus that carries the cure to our giantism into every cell of your body and allows you to reach a normal human height and stop growing."

  "With my luck, you'll switch off Anton's Key and make us all stupid."

  "Normal humans aren't stupid. They're just normal."

  "And they forgot us," said Carlotta bitterly. "If they saw us again, they'd think we were nothing but children."

  "We are children."

  "Children our age are just learning to read and write and do their numbers," said Carlotta. "We are more than a quarter of the way through our expected life span. We're the equivalent of twenty-five years old, in their species."

  Ender hated it when she threw his own arguments back at him. He was the one who argued that they were a new species, the next stage in human evolution, Homo antoninis, or perhaps Homo leguminensis, after the Giant, who had used the name "Bean" for most of his childhood. "They won't see us again, so they won't treat us like children," said Ender. "I'm not content with a lifespan of twenty years, nor with death by overgrowing the capacity of our own hearts. I don't intend to die gasping for breath while my brain dies because my heart can't get enough blood to it. I have work to do and an absolute deadline for doing it."

  Carlotta apparently was tired of bandying words. She leaned in close and whispered. "The Giant is dying. We have things to decide. If you don't want to be included in the decisions, ever, then by all means skip this meeting."

  Ender hated thinking about the Giant's death. It would mean that Ender had failed, that whatever he learned later would have come too late.

  And something else, too. A deeper feeling than frustration at failing to reach a goal. Ender had read about human feelings, and the words he thought came closest were anguish and grief. He could not speak of this, however, because he knew what Sergeant would say. "Why, Ender, I believe you're saying that you love the old monster." And love, they knew, was a thing that came from the human side, from Mother, and Mother had chosen to stay behind on Earth so her ordinary human children could lead ordinary human lives.

  If love meant anything, the children had long ago concluded, it would have kept Mother with them, and their ordinary siblings, all of them on this ship, all of them looking together for a cure, for a new world, for a life together as a family.

  When they were not yet two years of age, they said this to Father. He was so angry he forbade them to criticize their mother again. "It was the right choice," he said. "You have no understanding of love."

  That was when they stopped calling him Father. As Sergeant said, "It was their decision to break the family. If we have no mother, then we have no father, either." He was the Giant from then on. And they did not speak of Mother at all.

  But Ender thought of her. Did she feel, when we left, what I feel now, thinking of the Giant's dying? Anguish? Grief? They decided what they thought was best for their children. What would the life of the normal siblings be on this ship, if they had kept the family together? They would be larger than Sergeant, Carlotta, and Ender, but they would feel like great stupid oafs, never able to keep up with the antonines, the leguminotes, whatever they decided to call themselves. Mother and the Giant were right to divide the family. They were right about everything. But Ender could never say that to Sergeant.

  You could never say anything to Sergeant that he didn't want to hear.

  It was a recapitulation of human history, right here on the Herodotus, that the most angry, aggressive, and violent of the three children was the one who always got his way. If we're a new species, we're only somewhat improved. All the alpha-male nonsense of the chimps and gorillas is still preserved in us.

  Carlotta turned her back on him and started out of the room.

  "Wait," said Ender. "Can't you tell me what this is really about? Why are you always in on it
, and I get things sprung on me with the two of you already in agreement, and no time for me to research anything or even come up with a decent argument?"

  To her credit, Carlotta looked a little embarrassed. "Sergeant does what he wants."

  "But he always has you for an ally," said Ender.

  "He could have you, too, if you didn't always resist him."

  "He doesn't give me a chance to resist, he doesn't listen. I'm the other male, don't you see? He has you under his control and me off-balance because he intends to be the alpha."

  Carlotta frowned. "Mating is still a long way off."

  "It's already being determined by our choices now. Do you think Sergeant will take no for an answer?"

  "We won't let him have his way on that."

  "We?" said Ender. "What's this we? There's you and him, and then there's me. Do you think you and I will suddenly become we just because you don't want to have his incestuous babies? If we're not we now, not ever, then why do you think I'll risk my own survival to save you then?"

  Carlotta blushed. "I will not talk about this."

  But you'll think about it, Ender said silently. I made you think about it, and you won't let go of it. The alliances we make now will be the alliances then. He'll be the alpha male, you'll be the devoted mate, and I'll be the non-mating subjugated male, powerless to do anything but what the alpha commands. If he hasn't killed me first. That's the choice you're making now.

  "Let's go hear what Sergeant has to say," said Ender. "Not that you don't already know."

  "I really don't," said Carlotta. "He doesn't let me in on what he's thinking any more than he does you."

  Ender didn't bother arguing with her, but it simply wasn't true. Or if she really didn't know, then she was always quick to come up with arguments to justify whatever nonsense Sergeant was trying to put forward. She always sounded as if she had agreed with Sergeant's program even before he presented it.

  We're still primates, only a few genes away from the hairless chimps that began to cook their food so that women stayed by the fire to do the cooking while their monogamous mates ranged and hunted to bring home meat. And only a few genes farther from the hairy chimps that mated whenever they could, usually by force, and lived in terror of displeasing the alpha male.

  The main difference is we come up with justifications and explanations, and we manipulate each other with words instead of violent displays or affectionate grooming. Or rather, our violent displays and affectionate grooming are words, so they take less energy, but do the same job.

  "I'll pretend to believe you," said Ender aloud, "in order to pretend that I think my presence at Sergeant's meeting will do anything but prove his dominance of our pathetic little tribe."

  "We're a family," said Carlotta.

  "Our species hasn't existed long enough to evolve the family yet," said Ender. But it was mere grumbling. He followed her into the bridge, where she pushed the manual lever to open the trap down to the maintenance shafts surrounding the plasma conductors, the ramscoop collector, and the gravity lens.

  "Yes, let's spend hours here, and the whole question of founding a species becomes moot," said Ender.

  "The shielding works, we're not scooping much anyway, and shut up," said Carlotta.

  They went on down to engineering, which was Carlotta's bailiwick. While Ender persisted with the genetic research that was the whole reason for this voyage, Carlotta had become the onboard expert on mechanics, plasmatics, gravity lensing, and everything else to do with the workings of the ship. "It's our world," she often said, "we might as well know how it works." And more recently she had bragged, "If I had to, I could build the whole thing from scratch."

  "From parts, you mean," Sergeant had said.

  "From ore in the mountains of some undiscovered planet," said Carlotta. "From the metals in two asteroids and a comet. From the wreckage of this ship after a collision with a meteor." Sergeant had laughed, but Ender believed her.

  Carlotta led the way back to the lower lab.

  "We could have walked down the corridor to the upper lab and skipped the whole trap door business," Ender pointed out.

  "The Giant can hear our footsteps from the upper lab."

  "Do you think he can't hear everything, everywhere?"

  "I know he can't," said Carlotta. "There are dead spots all over the ship where he can't hear anything."

  "That you know about."

  Carlotta didn't bother to answer. They both knew that Ender didn't actually care whether the Giant heard them or not -- it was Sergeant who had to conceal everything, or at least believe that he was concealing himself.

  Aft of the lower lab was the elevator shaft that led back to life support. During strong acceleration phases, the back of the ship became the bottom of a deep well, and the elevator made it possible to go down to life support at the base -- and back up again. But in flight, gravity was polarized the other direction, so that the elevator became a simple walkway, at ten percent of Earth normal, leading aft to life support.

  The payload area of the ship, where the Giant lived because he couldn't fit anywhere else, was directly above them. So they walked slowly and lightly, being careful to make no noise. If Sergeant heard them, he'd be furious because it meant the Giant could hear them, too.

  Sergeant wasn't in life support, though he had the fans running full blast to pump freshly oxygenated air through the ducts and muffle sound. Ender could never decide whether it smelled like fresh air or decay -- the lichens and algae that lived in hundreds of large trays under fake sunlight were constantly dying, their protoplasm then getting incorporated into the next generation in a continuous cycle.

  "You know what this place needs?" said Carlotta. "A dead fish. To improve the smell."

  "You don't know what a dead fish smells like," said Ender. "We've never seen a fish."

  "I've seen pictures, and all the books say fish smell bad when they rot."

  "Worse than rotting algae," said Ender.

  "You don't know that," said Carlotta.

  "If rotting algae smelled worse, then the saying would be, 'Algae and visitors begin to stink after three days.'"

  "None of us knows what we're talking about," said Carlotta.

  "And yet we keep talking," said Ender.

  Ender expected to find Sergeant in the Puppy -- the maintenance craft that was programmed by the Giant to remain within five meters of the surface of Herodotus no matter what contrary instructions it might be given. Ender knew Carlotta had tried for months to untether the Puppy, but she couldn't defeat the programming.

  Things like that made it clear to Ender, if to neither of the others, that the Giant was every bit as smart as they were, and he had years of experience behind him. All of Sergeant's precautions were pointless, because at his oversized console in the payload area, the Giant could do whatever he wanted, hear and see and probably smell whatever he wanted, and his children could do nothing about it, nor even detect his spying.

  The others refused to believe it, but Ender understood that they were children. Anton's Key meant their brains were still growing -- and so was the Giant's brain. His capacity was so far beyond theirs by now that it was a joke to think of outsmarting him. But such was Sergeant's competitive nature that he not only believed he could outsmart the Giant, he believed he already had.

  Delusional. One of your children is insane, O Giant, and it isn't me and it isn't the girl. What are you going to do about it?

  All right, not insane. Just ... warlike. While Carlotta studied the engineering of the ship and Ender studied the human genome and methods of altering it, Sergeant studied weapons, wars, and means of death. He came by it naturally -- the Giant had been a great military commander on Earth, perhaps the best that ever lived, though if he was, Mother had not been far behind him. Bean and Petra -- the most powerful weapons in the Hegemon's arsenal as he united the world under a single government. It was only to be expected that some of their children would be warriors at heart, and that w
as Sergeant.

  Even Carlotta was more warlike than Ender. Ender hated violence, hated confrontation. He just wanted to do his work and be left alone. He could see one of his sibs do something remarkable and he had no urge to match or surpass them -- on the contrary, he was proud of them, or frightened for them, depending on whether he approved of whatever stunt they were attempting.

  Carlotta removed a narrow panel from near the ceiling of the access shaft.

  "Oh, not really," said Ender.

  "We fit just fine," said Carlotta. "You're not claustrophobic, are you?"

  "It's the gravity lensing field," said Ender. "And it's active."

  "It's just gravity. Ten percent of Earth. And we're sandwiched between two plates, it's not like we can fall."

  "I hate the way it feels." They had played in that space when they were two-year-olds. It was like spinning around until you were dizzy. Only worse.

  "Get over it," said Carlotta. "We've tested it, and sound really does get nullified in here."

  "Right," said Ender. "How are we going to hear each other speak?"

  "Tin can telephones," said Carlotta.

  Of course they weren't the toy sound transmitters that they had made when they were really little. Carlotta had long since reengineered them so that, without any power source, they transmitted sound cleanly along ten meters of fine wire, even around corners or pinched in doors.

  Sure enough, there was Sergeant, his eyes closed, "meditating" -- which Ender interpreted to mean that Sergeant was plotting how he would take over all the human worlds before he died of giantism at age twenty.

  "Nice of you to come," said Sergeant. Ender couldn't hear him, but he could read his lips and besides, he already knew it was exactly what Sergeant was likely to say.

  Soon they were hooked up in a three-way connection with Carlotta's tin cans. They all had to lie in a line with their heads turned, Ender between Carlotta and Sergeant so he couldn't decide to end the conversation and slither out.

  As soon as Ender crept into the gravity field, he had felt that feeling of plunging over the top of a waterfall or leaping off a bridge. Down down down, said his sense of balance. Falling! warned his limbic node, all in a panic. For the first few minutes in the gravity field, Ender couldn't stop himself from flailing about in the startle reflex every ten seconds or so, but that's why Carlotta taped his tin can to his face, so he couldn't knock it away in one of his paroxysms.