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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