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The piggy on the terminal laughed viciously. "You think that was temptation? Look! I can turn stones to bread!" The piggy picked up jagged rocks and crunched them in his mouth. "Want a bite?"
"Your sense of humor is perverse, Jane."
"All the kingdoms of all the worlds." The piggy opened his hands, and star systems drifted out of his grasp, planets in exaggeratedly quick orbits, all the Hundred Worlds. "I can give them to you. All of them."
"Not interested."
"It's real estate, the best investment. I know, I know, you're already rich. Three thousand years of collecting interest, you could afford to build your own planet. But what about this? The name of Ender Wiggin, known throughout all the Hundred Worlds--"
"It already is."
"--with love, and honor, and affection." The piggy disappeared. In its place Jane resurrected an ancient video from Ender's childhood and transformed it into a holo. A crowd shouting, screaming. Ender! Ender! Ender! And then a young boy standing on a platform, raising his hand to wave. The crowd went wild with rapture.
"It never happened," said Ender. "Peter never let me come back to Earth."
"Consider it a prophecy. Come, Ender, I can give that to you. Your good name restored."
"I don't care," said Ender. "I have several names now. Speaker for the Dead-- that holds some honor."
The piggy reappeared in its natural form, not the devilish one Jane had faked. "Come," said the piggy softly.
"Maybe they are monsters, did you think of that?" said Ender.
"Everyone will think of that, Ender. But not you."
No. Not me. "Why do you care, Jane? Why are you trying to persuade me?"
The piggy disappeared. And now Jane herself appeared, or at least the face that she had used to appear to Ender ever since she had first revealed herself to him, a shy, frightened child dwelling in the vast memory of the interstellar computer network. Seeing her face again reminded him of the first time she showed it to him. I thought of a face for myself, she said. Do you like it?
Yes, he liked it. Liked her. Young, clear-faced, honest, sweet, a child who would never age, her smile heartbreakingly shy. The ansible had given birth to her. Even worldwide computer networks