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He waited only a few moments. Her eyes came open. "I thought we had beaten them," she whispered. "Peter and Wang-mu, I mean. Congress voted to establish a quarantine and specifically denied the fleet the authority to launch the M.D. Device. And yet still they launched."
"You look so tired," said Miro.
"It takes everything I have," she said. "Over and over again. And now I lose them, the mothertrees. They're a part of myself, Miro. Remember how you felt when you lost control of your body, when you were crippled and slow? That's what will happen to me when the mothertrees are gone."
She wept.
"Stop it," said Miro. "Stop it right now. Get control of your emotions, Jane, you don't have time for this."
At once she freed herself from the straps that held her. "You're right," she said. "It's almost too strong to control, sometimes, this body."
"The Little Doctor has to be close to a planet for it to have any effect on it-- the field dissipates fairly quickly unless it has mass to sustain it. So we have time, Jane. Maybe an hour. Certainly more than half an hour."
"And in that time, what do you imagine I can do?"
"Pick the damn thing up," said Miro. "Push it Outside and don't bring it back!"
"And if it goes off Outside?" asked Jane. "If something that destructive is echoed and repeated out there? Besides, I can't pick things up that I haven't had a chance to examine. There's no one near it, no ansible connected to it, nothing to lead me to find it in the dead of space."
"I don't know," said Miro. "Ender would know. Damn that he's dead!"
"Well, technically speaking," said Jane. "But Peter hasn't found his way into any of his Ender memories. If he has them."
"What's to remember?" said Miro. "This has never happened before."
"It's true that it is Ender's aiua. But how much of his brilliance was the aiua, and how much was his body and brain? Remember that the genetic component was strong-- he was born in the first place because tests showed the original Peter and Valentine came so close to being the ideal military commander."
"Right," said Miro. "And now he's Peter."