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Ender's Shadow

Ender's Shadow

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Autoren: Orson Scott Card
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ho hum. He jumped up onto a table and found himself face to face with a giant.
      A giant who offered him a drink.
      This was the fantasy game. This was the psychological game that everybody else played on their desks all the time. No wonder no one was playing it here. They all recognized it and that wasn't the game they came here to play.
      Bean was well aware that he was the only kid in the school who had never played the fantasy game. They had tricked him into playing this once, but he doubted that anything important could be learned from what he had done so far. So screw 'em. They could trick him into playing up to a point, but he didn't have to go further.
      Except that the giant's face had changed. It was Achilles.
      Bean stood there in shock for a moment. Frozen, frightened. How did they know? Why did they do it? To put him face-to-face with Achilles, by surprise like that. Those bastards.
      He walked away from the game.
      Moments later, he turned around and came back. The giant was no longer on the screen. The mouse was running around again, trying to get out of the maze.
      No, I won't play. Achilles is far away and he does not have the power to hurt me. Or Poke either, not anymore. I don't have to think about him and I sure as hell don't have to drink anything he offers me.
      Bean walked away again, and this time did not come back.
      He found himself down by the mess. It had just closed, but Bean had nothing better to do, so he sat down in the corridor beside the mess hall door and rested his forehead on his knees and thought about Rotterdam and sitting on top of a garbage can watching Poke working with her crew and how she was the most decent crew boss he'd seen, the way she listened to the little kids and gave them a fair share and kept them alive even if it meant not eating so much herself and that's why he chose her, because she had mercy-mercy enough that she just might listen to a child.
      Her mercy killed her.
      I killed her when I chose her.
      There better be a God. So he can damn Achilles to hell forever.
      Someone kicked at his foot.
      "Go away," said Bean, "I'm not bothering you.”
      Whoever it was kicked again, knocking Bean's feet out from under him. With his hands he caught himself from falling over. He looked up. Bonzo Madrid loomed over him.
      "I understand you're the littlest dingleberry clinging to the butt hairs of Dragon Army," said Bonzo.
      He had three other guys with him. Big guys. They all had bully faces.
      "Hi, Bonzo.”
      "We need to talk, pinprick.”
      "What is this, espionage?" asked Bean. "You're not supposed to talk to soldiers in other armies.”
      "I don't need espionage to find out how to beat Dragon Army," said Bonzo.
      "So you're just looking for the littlest Dragon soldiers wherever you can find them, and then you'll push them around a little till they cry?”
      Bonzo's face showed his anger. Not that it didn't always show anger.
      "Are you begging to eat out of your own asshole, pinprick?”
      Bean didn't like bullies right now. And since, at the moment, he felt guilty of murdering Poke, he didn't really care if Bonzo Madrid ended up being the one to administer the death penalty. It was time to speak his mind.
      "You're at least three times my weight," said Bean, "except inside your skull. You're a second-rater who somehow got an army and never could figure out what to do with it. Wiggin is going to grind you into the ground and he isn't even going to have to try. So does it really matter what you do to me? I'm the smallest and weakest soldier in the whole school. Naturally I’m the one you choose to kick around.”
      "Yeah, the smallest and weakest," said one of the other kids.
      Bonzo didn't say anything, though. Bean's words had stung. Bonzo had his pride, and he knew now that if he harmed Bean it would be a humiliation, not a pleasure.
      "Ender Wiggin isn't going to beat me with that collection of launchies and rejects that he calls an army. He may have psyched out a bunch of dorks like Carn and ... Petra ." He spat her name. "But whenever we find crap my army can pound it flat.”
      Bean affixed him with his most withering glare. "Don't you get it, Bonzo? The teachers have picked Wiggin. He's the best. The best ever. They didn't give him the worst army. They gave him the best army. Those veterans you call rejects -- they were soldiers so good that the stupid commanders couldn't get along with them and

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