There was a boy tending the fire at Ninth Hell; he'd been there since the early morning, and the flames had kept him comfortable while he went through the notes he'd made on the latest Formic data. And the colonies, of course. Ender was starting to track which colonies went were as fervently as his Battle School colleagues were charting the wars at home.

His head was just in the stars.

Beyond his laptop, though, he'd brought a package of sausages with him to serve as breakfast, and he'd put some on a skewer and put them over the fire while he worked.

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