Ender's Game (Ender Wiggins Saga)

she realized it was a joke. "Ha," she said. "It's all so military, when you're in the game. School isn't like it is for Launchies. Histories and strategy and tactics and buggers and math and stars, things you'll need as a pilot or a commander. You'll see.”
      "So you're my friend. Do I get a prize?" Ender asked. He was imitating her swaggering way of speaking, as if she cared about nothing.
      "Bonzo isn't going to let you practice. He's going to make you take your desk to the battleroom and study. He's right, in a way-- he doesn't want a totally untrained little kid start screwing up his precision maneuvers." She lapsed into giria, the slangy talk that imitated the pidgin English of uneducated people. "Bonzo, he pre- cise . He so careful , he piss on a plate and never splash.”
      Ender grinned.
      "The battleroom is open all the time. If you want, I'll take you in the off hours and show you some of the things I know, I'm not a great soldier, but I'm pretty good, and I sure know more than you.”
      "If you want," Ender said.
      "Starting tomorrow morning after breakfast.”
      "What if somebody's using the room? We always went right after breakfast, in my launch.”
      "No problem. There are really nine battlerooms.”
      "I never heard of any others.”
      "They all have the same entrance. The whole center of the battle school, the hub of the wheel, is battlerooms. They don't rotate with the rest of the station. That's how they do the nullg, the no-gravity-- it just holds still. No spin, no down. But they can set it up so that any one of the rooms is at the battleroom entrance corridor that we all use. Once you're inside, they move it along and another battleroom's in position.”
      "Oh.”
      "Like I said. Right after breakfast.”
      "Right," Ender said.
      She started to walk away.
      "Petra," he said.
      She turned back.
      "Thanks.”
      She said nothing, just turned around again and walked down the aisle.
      Ender climbed back up on his bunk and finished taking off his uniform. He lay naked on the bed, doodling with his new desk, trying to decide if they had done anything to his access codes. Sure enough, they had wiped out his security system. He couldn't own anything here, not even his desk.
      The lights dimmed a little. Getting toward bedtime. Ender didn't know which bathroom to use.
      "Go left out of the door," said the boy on the next bunk. "We share it with Rat, Condor, and Squirrel.”
      Ender thanked him and started to walk on past.
      "Hey," said the boy. "You can't go like that. Uniforms at all times out of this room.”
      "Even going to the toilet?”
      "Especially. And you're forbidden to speak to anyone from any other army. At meals or in the toilet. You can get away with it sometimes in the game room, and of course whenever a teacher tells you to, but if Bonzo catch you, you dead, eh?”
      "Thanks.”
      "And, uh, Bonzo get mad if you skin by Petra.”
      "She was naked when I came in, wasn't she?”
      "She do what she like, but you keep you clothes on. Bonzo's orders.”
      That was stupid. Petra still looked like a boy, it was a stupid rule. It set her apart, made her different, split the army. Stupid stupid. How did Bonzo get to be a commander, if he didn't know better than that? Alai would be a better commander than Bonzo. He knew how to bring a group together.
      I know how to bring a group together, too, thought Ender. Maybe I'll be commander someday.
      In the bathroom, he was washing his hands when somebody spoke to him. "Hey, they putting babies in Salamander uniforms now?”
      Ender didn't answer just dried off his hands.
      "Hey, look! Salamander's getting babies now! Look at this! He could walk between my legs without touching my balls!”
      "Cause you got none, Dink, that's why," somebody answered.
      As Ender left the room, he heard somebody else say, "It's Wiggin. You know, the smartass from the game room.”
      He walked down the corridor smiling. He may be short, but they knew his name. From the game room, of course, so it meant nothing. But they'd see. He'd be a good soldier, too. They'd all know his name soon enough. Not in Salamander Army, maybe, but soon enough.
     
     
     
      Petra was waiting in the corridor that led to the battleroom. "Wait a minute," she said to Ender. "Rabbit Army just went in, and it takes a few minutes to change to the next battleroom.”
      Ender sat down beside her. "There's more to the battleroom