"She hasn't outmaneuvered Alai yet," said Crazy Tom. "Or Hot Soup."
Vlad insisted on his point. "Look at Suriyawong. That's who Peter will turn to after Bean ... retires. We weren't the only kids at Battle School."
"Ender's Jeesh," said Graff. "You're the ones who saved the world. You're the ones with the magic. And there are hundreds and hundreds of Battle School grads on Earth. Nobody is going to think that just because they happen to have one or two or five, they can conquer the world. Which one of them would it be?"
"So you want to be rid of us all," said Dink. "And that's why you brought us here. We're not leaving here alive, are we?"
"Lighten up, Dink," said Graff. "You can all go home as soon as this meeting is over. ColMin doesn't assassinate people."
"Now, that's an interesting point," said Crazy Tom. "What does ColMin do? It packs people into starships like sardines, and then it sends them off to colony worlds. And they'll never come back, not to the world they left. Fifty years out, fifty years back. The world would have forgotten all of us by then, even if we went to a colony and came right home. Which of course he wouldn't let us do."
"So this isn't an assassination," said Dink, "it's another damn kidnapping."
"It's an offer," said Rackham, "which you can accept or decline."
"I decline," said Dink.
"Hear the offer," said Rackham.
"Hear this," said Dink, with a gesture.
"I offer you command of a colony. Each one of you. No rivals. We don't know of any enemy armies for you to face, but there will be worlds full of danger and uncertainty, and your abilities will be highly adaptable. People will follow you—people older than you—partly because you are Ender's Jeesh, and partly because—mostly because—of your own abilities. They'll see how quickly to grasp important information, rank it by priority, foresee consequences, and make correct decisions. You'll be the founders of new human worlds."
Crazy Tom put on a babytalk voice. "Wiw dey name da pwanets aftew us?"
"Don't be such a dullbob," said Carn.
"Sowwy."
"Look, gents," said Graff. "We saw what happened to the Hive Queens. They bunched up on one planet and they got wiped out in a single blow. Any weapon we can invent, an enemy can also invent and use against us."
"Come on," said Dink. "The Hive Queens spread out and colonized as many planets as you're colonizing—in fact, all you're doing is sending ships to colonize the worlds they already settled because they're the only ones you know about that have an atmosphere we can breathe and flora and fauna we can eat."
"Actually, we're taking our own flora and fauna with us," said Graff.
"Dink's right," said Shen. "Dispersal didn't work for the Hive Queens."
"Because they didn't disperse," said Graff. "They had Buggers on all the planets, but when you boys blew up their home world, all the Hive Queens were there. They put all their eggs in one basket. We're not going to do that. Partly because the human race isn't just a handful of queens and a whole bunch of workers and drones, every damn one of us is a Hive Queen and has the seeds of recapitulating the whole of human history. So dispersing humanity will work."
"Like coughing in a crowd spreads the flu," said Crazy Tom cheerfully.
"Exactly," said Graff. "Call us a disease, I don't care—I am a human, and I want us to spread everywhere like an epidemic, so we can never be stamped out."
Rackham nodded. "And to accomplish that, he needs his colonies to have the best possible chance of survival."
"Which means you," said Graff. "If I can get you."
"So we make your colonies work," said Carn, "and you get us off Earth, too, so Peter can end all war and bring the millennial reign of Christ."
"Whether Christ comes or not isn't my business," said Graff. "All I care about is saving human beings. Collectively and individually."
"Aren't you the noble one."
"No," said Graff. "I created you. Not you individually—"
"Good thing you said that," said Carn, "because my dad would have had to kill you for that aspersion on my mother."
"I found you. I tested you. I assembled you. I made the whole world aware of you. The danger you represent, I created it."
"So you're really trying to atone for your mistakes."
"It wasn't a mistake. It was essential to winning the last war. But it's not unusual in history for the solution to one problem to become the root of the next one."
"So this meeting is clean-up," said Fly.
"This meeting is to offer you a chance to do something that will satisfy your own irresistible craving for supremacy, while ensuring the survival of the human race, both here on Earth and out there in the galaxy."
They thought about that for a moment.
Dumper was the first to speak. "I've already chosen my life's work, Colonel Graff."
"It's Hyrum," Dink whispered loudly. "Because he's our buddy."
"You chose it," said Graff, "and you accomplished it. Your people have a nation, and you're part of the FPE. That struggle is over for you. All that's left is for you to chafe under Peter Wiggin's rule until you either rebel against him or become his military commander—and then his replacement as Hegemon. Ruling the world. Am I close?"
"I have no such plans," said Dumper.
"But it resonates with you," said Graff. "Don't pretend otherwise. I know you boys. You're not crazy. You're not evil. But you can't stop."
"That's why you didn't invite Petra," said Bean. "Because then you couldn't have said 'you boys' all the time."
"You forget," said Dink, "we're his colleagues now. So we can call him and Rackham 'you boys' too."
Graff stood up from his seat at the head of the table. "I've made the offer. You'll think about it whether you mean to or not. You'll watch events unfold. You all know how to contact me. The offer is open. We're done here for today."
"No we're not," said Shen. "Because you aren't doing anything about the real problem."
"Which is?"
"We're just potential warmongers and baby killers," said Shen. "You're not doing a thing about Hot Soup and Alai."
"And Virlomi," added Fly Molo. "If you want somebody who's dangerous, it's her."
"They will get the same offer as you," said Rackham. "In fact, one of them already has."
"Which one?" asked Dink.
"The one who was in a position to hear it," said Graff.
"Hot Soup, then," said Shen. "Because you couldn't even get in to meet Mr. Caliph."
"What smart fellows you all turned out to be," said Graff.
" 'Waterloo was won,' " quoted Rackham, " 'on the playing fields of Eton.' "
"What the hell does that mean?" asked Carn Carby. "You never even went to Eton."
"It was an analogy," said Rackham. "If you hadn't spent your entire childhood playing war games, you'd actually know something. You're all so uneducated."
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