Shadow of the Hegemon, the - Book 2 (Ender)

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    on to the nets to check their mail. Carlotta's mail was interesting and real. All of Bean's correspondents, this week anyway, thought he was a woman named Lettie who was working on her dissertation and needed information, but who had no time for a personal life and so rebuffed with alacrity any attempt at friendly and personal conversation. But so far, there was no way to find Achilles' signature in any nation's behavior. While most countries simply did not have the resources to kidnap Ender's jeesh in such a short time, of those that did have the resources, there was not one that Bean could rule out because they lacked the arrogance or aggressiveness or contempt for law to do it. Why, it could even have been done by Brasil itself-for all he knew, his former companions from the Formic War might be imprisoned somewhere in Araraquara. They might hear in the early morning the rumble of the very garbage truck that picked up the sorvete cup that he. threw away today.
    "I don't know why people spread these things," said Carlotta.
    "What?" asked Bean, grateful for the break from the eye-blearing work he was doing.
    "Oh, these stupid superstitious good-luck dragons. There must be a dozen different dragon pictures now."
    "Oh, e," said Bean. "They're everywhere, I just don't notice them anymore. Why dragons, anyway?"
    "I think this is the oldest of them. At least it's the one I saw first, with the little poem," said Carlotta. "If Dante were writing today, I'm sure there'd be a special place in his hell for people who start these things."
    "What poem?"
    " 'Share this dragon,' " Carlotta recited. " 'If you do, lucky end for them and you.' "
    "Oh, yeah, dragons always bring a lucky end. I mean, what does that poem actually say? That you'll die lucky? That it'll be lucky for you to end?" Carlotta chuckled.
    Bored with his correspondence, Bean kept the nonsense going. "Dragons aren't always lucky. They had to discontinue Dragon Army in Battle School, it was so unlucky. Till they revived it for Ender, and no doubt they gave it to him because people thought it was bad luck and they were trying to stack everything against him."
    Then a thought passed through his mind, ever so briefly, but it woke him from his lethargy.
    "Forward me that picture."
    "I bet you already have it on a dozen letters."
    "I don't want to search. Send me that one."
    "You're still that Lettie person? Haven't you been that one for two weeks now?"
    "Five days."
    It took a few minutes for the message to be routed to him, but when it finally showed up in his mail, he looked closely at the image.
    "Why in the world are you paying attention to this?" asked Carlotta.
    He looked up to see her watching him.
    "I don't know. Why are you paying attention to the way I'm paying attention to it?" He grinned at her.
    "Because you think it matters. I may not be as smart as you are about most things, but I'm very much smarter than you are about you. I know when you're intrigued."
    "Just the juxtaposition of the image of a dragon with the word 'end.' Endings really aren't considered all that lucky. Why wouldn't the person write 'luck will come' or 'lucky fate' or something else? Why 'lucky end'?"
    "Why not?"
    "End. Ender. Ender's army was Dragon."
    "Now, that's a little far-fetched."
    "Look at the drawing," said Bean. "Right in the middle, where the bitmap is so complicated-there's one line that's damaged. The dots don't line up at all. It's virtually random."
    "It just looks like noise to me."
    "If you were being held captive but you had computer access, only every bit of mail you sent out was scrutinized, how would you send a message?" asked Bean.
    "You don't think this could be a message from--do you?"
    "I have no idea. But now that I've thought of it, it's worth looking don't you think?"
    By now Bean had pasted the dragon image into a graphics program and was studying that line of pixels. "Yes, this is random, the whole line. Doesn't belong here, and it's not just noise because the rest of the image is still completely intact except for this other line that's partly broken. Noise would be randomly distributed."
    "See what it is, then," said Carlotta. "You're the genius, I'm the nun."
    Soon Bean had the two lines isolated in a separate file and was studying the information as raw code. Viewed as one-byte or twobyte text code, there was nothing that remotely resembled language, but of course it couldn't, could it, or it would never have got out. So if it was a message,