“No, the great colonies of the past have succeeded precisely because they were internally unified. People who knew each other, trusted each other, shared the same purposes, embraced the same laws. Each one monochromatic to begin with. But when we send out fifty monochromatic colony ships, but all different colors, so to speak—fifty different colonies, each with a separate cultural and linguistic root—then the human race can perform fifty different experiments. Real species diversity.”

“I don’t care what you say,” said Peter, “I’m not going.”

Rackham smiled. “We don’t want you to.”

“The two colony ships you’ve launched. One of them was Ender’s.”

“That’s right.”

“Who’s the commander of the second ship?”

“Well, the ship is commanded by—”

“Who’s going to rule the colony,” said Peter.

“Dink Meeker.”

So that was the plan. They meant to take Ender’s Jeesh and anybody else who was dangerously talented in a military way and send them off into space. “So to you,” said Peter, “this war between Han Tzu and Alai is your worst nightmare.”

Rackham nodded.

“Don’t worry,” said Peter.

“Don’t worry?”

“All right,” said Peter. “Worry if you want. But your offer to Ender’s Jeesh, to take them all off planet, to give them colonies—now I understand what it’s about. You care about these kids whose lives you coopted. You want to get them off to worlds where there’s no rival. They can use their talents to help a community triumph over a new world.”

“Yes.”

“But the most important thing is, they won’t be on Earth.”

Rackham shrugged.

“You knew that nobody could ever unite the world as you need it to be united while those highly trained, highly aggressive, publicly certified geniuses are still in it.”

“We didn’t see a way it could happen.”

“Well, that’s a lie,” said Peter. “You saw the way it would happen, because it’s obvious. One of them would be the ruler of Earth, and all the others would be dead.”

“Yes, we saw that, but it wasn’t an option.”

“Why not? It’s the human way of settling things.”

“We love these kids, Peter.”

“But love them or not, they’ll all die eventually. No, I think you would have been content to let them work it out, if you thought it would work. If you thought one of them would emerge triumphant. What you couldn’t stand was the knowledge that they were so evenly matched that none of them would win. They’d use up the resources of Earth, all that surplus population, and still there’d be no clear winner.”

“That wouldn’t help anything,” said Rackham.

“So if you could have found a cure for Bean’s condition, you wouldn’t need me. Because Bean could do it. He could defeat the others. He could unite the world. Because he’s so much better than they are.”

“But he’s going to die,” said Rackham.

“And you love him,” said Peter. “So you’re going to try to save his life.”

“We want him to help you win first.”

“That’s not possible,” said Peter. “Not in the time he has left.”