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If you can make them love the piggies, who are still alive, with human blood on their hands—then they’ll be ready to know about me.”
“Someday,” said Ender, “I will love somebody who doesn’t insist that I perform the labors of Hercules.”
“Yes. But I’m middle-aged now. I like being bored.”
she became annoyed with their emptiness and lack of purpose, and she amused herself by planning, and sometimes carrying out, malicious computer failures and data losses in order to watch the humans flail about helplessly like ants around a crumpled hill.
Crazy people always have reasons.
And yet she felt strangely healed, as if simply speaking her mistake were enough to purge some of the pain of it.
“There’s no blame in this. You were children then, and children are cruel without knowing better.
Shouter was appalled at the notion of adults mating with each other, and of men having an equal voice with women in the making of the laws.
