Rackham nodded. “And to accomplish that, he needs his colonies to have the best possible chance of survival.”

“Which means you,” said Graff. “If I can get you.”

“So we make your colonies work,” said Carn, “and you get us off Earth, too, so Peter can end all war and bring the millennial reign of Christ.”

“Whether Christ comes or not isn’t my business,” said Graff. “All I care about is saving human beings. Collectively and individually.”

“Aren’t you the noble one.”

“No,” said Graff. “I created you. Not you individually—”

“Good thing you said that,” said Carn, “because my dad would have had to kill you for that aspersion on my mother.”

“I found you. I tested you. I assembled you. I made the whole world aware of you. The danger you represent, I created it.”

“So you’re really trying to atone for your mistakes.”

“It wasn’t a mistake. It was essential to winning the last war. But it’s not unusual in history for the solution to one problem to become the root of the next one.”

“So this meeting is clean-up,” said Fly.

“This meeting is to offer you a chance to do something that will satisfy your own irresistible craving for supremacy, while ensuring the survival of the human race, both here on Earth and out there in the galaxy.”

They thought about that for a moment.

Dumper was the first to speak. “I’ve already chosen my life’s work, Colonel Graff.”

“It’s Hyrum,” Dink whispered loudly. “Because he’s our buddy.”

“You chose it,” said Graff, “and you accomplished it. Your people have a nation, and you’re part of the FPE. That struggle is over for you. All that’s left is for you to chafe under Peter Wiggin’s rule until you either rebel against him or become his military commander—and then his replacement as Hegemon. Ruling the world. Am I close?”

“I have no such plans,” said Dumper.

“But it resonates with you,” said Graff. “Don’t pretend otherwise. I know you boys. You’re not crazy. You’re not evil. But you can’t stop.”

“That’s why you didn’t invite Petra,” said Bean. “Because then you couldn’t have said ‘you boys’ all the time.”

“You forget,” said Dink, “we’re his colleagues now. So we can call him and Rackham ‘you boys’ too.”

Graff stood up from his seat at the head of the table. “I’ve made the offer. You’ll think about it whether you mean to or not. You’ll watch events unfold. You all know how to contact me. The offer is open. We’re done here for today.”

“No we’re not,” said Shen. “Because you aren’t doing anything about the real problem.”

“Which is?”

“We’re just potential warmongers and baby killers,” said Shen. “You’re not doing a thing about Hot Soup and Alai.”

“And Virlomi,” added Fly Molo. “If you want somebody who’s dangerous, it’s her.”

“They will get the same offer as you,” said Rackham. “In fact, one of them already has.”

“Which one?” asked Dink.

“The one who was in a position to hear it,” said Graff.