"Orson Scott Card - Ender's Saga 01 - Ender's Game" - читать интересную книгу автора (Card Orson Scott)

examining table. The doctor will be in to see you in a moment."

The monitor gone. Ender tried to imagine the little device missing from the
back of his neck. I'll roll over on my back in bed and it won't be pressing
there. I won't feel it tingling and taking up the heat when I shower.

And Peter won't hate me anymore. I'll come home and show him that the
monitor's gone, and he'll see that I didn't make it, either. That I'll just be a
normal kid now, like him. That won't be so bad then. He'll forgive me that I had
my monitor a whole year longer than he had his. We'll be-- not friends,
probably. No, Peter was too dangerous. Peter got so angry. Brothers, though. Not
enemies, not friends, but brothers-- able to live in the same house. He won't
hate me, he'll just leave me alone. And when he wants to play buggers and
astronauts, maybe I won't have to play, maybe I can just go read a book.

But Ender knew, even as he thought it, that Peter wouldn't leave him alone.
There was something in Peter's eyes, when he was in his mad mood, and whenever
Ender saw that look, that glint, he knew that the one thing Peter would not do
was leave him alone. I'm practicing piano, Ender. Come turn the pages for me.
Oh, is the monitor boy too busy to help his brother? Is he too smart? Got to go
kill some buggers, astronaut? No, no, I don't want your help. I can do it on my
own, you little bastard, you little Third.

"This won't take long, Andrew," said the doctor.

Ender nodded.

"It's designed to be removed. Without infection, without damage. But there'll
be some tickling, and some people say they have a feeling of something missing.
You'll keep looking around for something. Something you were looking for, but
you can't find it, and you can't remember what it was. So I'll tell you. It's
the monitor you're looking for, and it isn't there. In a few days that feeling
will pass."

The doctor was twisting something at the back of Ender's head. Suddenly a pain
stabbed through him like a needle from his neck to his groin. Ender felt his
back spasm, and his body arched violently backward; hi head struck the bed. He
could feel his legs thrashing, and his hands were clenching each other, wringing
each other so tightly that they ached.

"Deedee!" shouted the doctor. "I need you!" The nurse ran in, gasped. "Got to
relax these muscles. Get it to me, now! What are you waiting for!"

Something changed hands; Ender could not see. He lurched to one side and fell
off the examining table. "Catch him!" cried the nurse.

"Just hold him steady."

"You hold him, doctor, he's too strong for me."