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"I think you're cheating," Ender told Mazer one day,"Oh?""You can observe my practice sessions. You can see what I'm working on. You seem to be ready for everythingI do.""Most of what you see is computer simulations," Mazer said. "The computer is programmed to respond to yourinnovations only after you use them once in battle.""Then the computer is cheating.""You need to get more sleep, Ender."But he could not sleep. He lay awake longer and longer each night, and his sleep was less restful. He woke toooften in the night. Whether he was waking up to think more about the game or to escape from his dreams, hewasn't sure. It was as if someone rode him in his sleep, forcing him to wander through his worst memories, tolive in them again as if they were real. Nights were so real that days began to seem dreamlike to him. He beganto worry that he would not think clearly enough, that he would be too tired when he played. Always when thegame began, the intensity of it awoke him, but if his mental abilities began to slip, he wondered, would he noticeit?And he seemed to be slipping. He never had a battle anymore in which he did not lose at least a few fighters.Several times the enemy was able to trick him into exposing more weakness than he meant to; other times theenemy was able to wear him down by attrition until his victory was as much a matter of luck as strategy. Mazerwould go over the game with a look of contempt on his face. "Look at this," he would say. "You didn't have todo this." And Ender would return to practice with his leaders, trying to keep up their morale, but sometimesletting slip his disappointment with their weaknesses, the fact that they made mistakes."Sometimes we make mistakes," Petra whispered to him once. It was a plea for help.第 296 页 共 340 页http://www.en8848.com.cn/ 原 版 英 语 阅 读 网