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***The next day, several commanders came to Ender or sent soldiers to tell him not to worry, most of them thoughtthe extra practice sessions were a good idea, he should keep it up. And to make sure nobody bothered him, theywere sending a few of their older soldiers who needed extra practice to come join him. "They're as big as most ofthe buggers who attacked you last night. They'll think twice."Instead of a dozen boys, there were forty-five that night, more than an army, and whether it was because of thepresence of older boys on Ender's side or because they had had enough the night before, none of their enemiescame.Ender didn't go back to the fantasy game. But it lived in his dreams. He kept remembering how it felt to kill thesnake, grinding it in, the way he tore the ear off that boy, the way he destroyed Stilson, the way he brokeBernard's arm. And then to stand up, holding the corpse of his enemy, and find Peter's face looking out at himfrom the mirror, This game knows too much about me. This game tells filthy lies. I am not Peter. I don't havemurder in my heart.And then the worse fear, that he was a killer, only better at it than Peter ever was; that it was this very trait thatpleased the teachers. It's killers they need for the bugger wars. It's people who can grind the enemy's face into thedust and spatter their blood all over space.Well, l'm your man. I'm the bloody bastard you wanted when you had me spawned. I'm your tool, and whatdifference does it make if I hate the part of me that you most need? What difference does it make that when thelittle serpents killed me in the game, I agreed with them, and was glad.Chapter 9 -- Locke and Demosthenes第 127 页 共 340 页http://www.en8848.com.cn/ 原 版 英 语 阅 读 网