Ender's Shadow

enforcement authority," said Sister Carlotta.
      "You have something much more dangerous to me. You are from the Fleet.”
      "You're in no danger.”
      "That's true, but only because I'm not going to tell you anything.”
      "Thank you for your candor.”
      "You value candor, but I don't think you would appreciate it if I told you the thoughts your body arouses in the mind of this old Russian.”
      "Trying to shock nuns is not much sport. There is no trophy.”
      "So you take nunnitude seriously.”
      Sister Carlotta sighed. "You think I came here because I know something about you and you don't want me to find out more. But I came here because of what I can't find out about you.”
      "Which is?”
      "Anything. Because I was researching a particular matter for the I.F., they gave me a summary of articles on the topic of research into altering the human genome.”
      "And my name came up?”
      "On the contrary, your name was never mentioned.”
      "How quickly they forget.”
      "But when I read the few papers available from the people they did mention -- always early work, before the I.F. security machine clamped down on them -- I noticed a trend. Your name was always cited in their footnotes. Cited constantly. And yet not a word of yours could be found. Not even abstracts of papers. Apparently you have never published.”
      "And yet they quote me. Almost miraculous, isn't it? You people do collect miracles, don't you? To make saints?”
      "No beatification until after you're dead, sorry.”
      "I have only one lung left as it is," said Anton. "So I don't have that long to wait, as long as I keep smoking.”
      "You could stop.”
      "With only one lung, it takes twice as many cigarettes to get the same nicotine. Therefore I have had to increase my smoking, not cut down. This should be obvious, but then, you do not think like a scientist, you think like a woman of faith. You think like an obedient person. When you find out something is bad, you don't do it.”
      "Your research was into genetic limitations on human intelligence.”
      "Was it?”
      "Because it's in that area that you are always cited. Of course, these papers were never about that exact subject, or they too would have been classified. But the titles of the articles mentioned in the footnotes -- the ones you never wrote, since you never published anything -- are all tied to that area.”
      "It is so easy in a career to find oneself in a rut.”
      "So I want to ask you a hypothetical question.”
      "My favorite kind. Next to rhetorical ones. I can nap equally well through either kind.”
      "Suppose someone were to break the law and attempt to alter the human genome, specifically to enhance intelligence.”
      "Then someone would be in serious danger of being caught and punished.”
      "Suppose that, using the best available research, he found certain genes that he could alter in an embryo that would enhance the intelligence of the person when he was born.”
      "Embryo! Are you testing me? Such changes can only happen in the egg. A single cell.”
      "And suppose a child was born with these alterations in place. The child was born and he grew up enough for his great intelligence to be noticed.”
      "I assume you are not speaking of your own child.”
      "I'm speaking of no child at all. A hypothetical child. How would someone recognize that this child had been genetically altered? Without actually examining the genes.”
      Anton shrugged. "What does it matter if you examine the genes? They will be normal.”
      "Even though you altered them?”
      "It is such a little change. Hypothetically speaking.”
      "Within the normal range of variation?”
      "It is two switches, one that you turn on, one that you turn off. The gene is already there, you see.”
      "What gene?”
      "Savants were the key, for me. Autistic, usually. Dysfunctional. They have extraordinary mental powers. Lightning-fast calculations. Phenomenal memories. But they are inept, even retarded in other areas. Square roots of twelve-digit numbers in seconds, but incapable of conducting a simple purchase in a store. How can they be so brilliant, and so stupid?”
      "That gene?”
      "No, it was another, but it showed me what was possible. The human brain could be far smarter than it is. But is there a, how you say, bargain?”
      "Trade-off.”
      "A terrible bargain. To have this great intellect, you have to give up everything