I don't own... anything you recognize in this fanfic. Possible Multicross. Some inspiration...
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Taylor Wiggin
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I don't own... anything you recognize in this fanfic. Possible Multicross. Some inspiration drawn from the excellent fanfic "Memories of Luthor." The beginning starts off in the world of Ender's Game, but it doesn't stay there long.
C1.1: Ender Wiggin.
The universe was screaming, or so it felt to me. I ripped off my headset, falling to my knees as my head throbbed from the pain, but the screaming continued. My friends, my soldiers, the many observers, all rejoiced as the planet in the simulation exploded outwards, swallowing ever nearby ship, formic and human alike. It felt longer, but only a few seconds passed before the screaming stopped. In its wake came a deafening space-like silence. Everyone around me was still talking and shouting but I could hear none of it, head still pounding from that boundless trillion-throated scream. Mazer Rackham was approaching to congratulate me and tell me the ultimate secret, but I already knew. Perhaps on some level I'd known from the start. The simulation wasn't a simulation at all. It was all real.
I should have seen it before. I hadn't slept properly in months, maybe years, but I should have seen it. What was the point of such an incredibly detailed simulation when it didn't program for light speed lag in communication unless humanity had already discovered the technology for faster-than-light communications? From there it would have been simplicity itself to network real ships to the simulation and turn child's play into genocide. I'd thought I'd beat my teachers, my jailors at last, finally conquered their final unfair test for me, but in reality thousands of men had died on that suicidal run against the Formic planet on my command. And with them, the last of a sentient, sapient species had been eradicated. Would I have still made the command if I'd known that it would end like this, my purpose in defending Earth against the alien menace at last realized? No, never.
There was a connection between me and the Formics, the depth of which I could only fathom now that it was gone. Now that they were gone. I couldn't say scientifically how such a connection was possible but it made too much sense to be false. The dreams hadn't been born from stress, they'd come from the connection I shared with the Formic queens. It explained other things too. Over the years I'd known Bean, I'd come to realize that at least in some ways the boy was smarter than I was, that he was possibly the smartest human ever born. But despite his intelligence or perhaps because of it there was so much about the Formics that he didn't understand. He could see their formations, their tactics and strategies, but he couldn't grasp their emotions. But I could. And that was how I was the only human that knew they'd surrendered.
I'd rationalized it away. Assumed that the computers couldn't handle billions of ships all at once and that was the reason they weren't attacking, but the truth was that humanity's fearsome enemy had already given up. Peace had been possible, I was sure of it, if only their had been some shared language, a shared symbolism of a white flag. How much bloodshed had been caused by simple misunderstanding? Hit was likely they hadn't even thought us sentient at first, blind and deaf to their telepathy as the human race was. I had unknowingly opened my mind up to them in a struggle to understand their alien minds, but even so had only caught the barest glimmer of their desperate entreaties.
There was no one in all of history with as much blood on their hands as I. Trillions of lives extinguished, of an enemy that had already surrendered. All that they were, all that their civilization could have been, wiped out by that final bomb on my orders. Hiroshima paled in comparison.
I was the only one that had glimpsed their minds, the only one that might have brokered a peace between our species, and I'd destroyed them in a fit of pique. But I was always a killer, wasn't I. Bonzo and Stilson, I'd been told they lived, but I couldn't hide from the truth any longer. After watching so many military vids I was too familiar with the look on their faces to continue lying to myself. I'd killed them. Children, just misguided children, and I'd killed them. Physically I was a child as well, but that was no excuse. With the exception of Bean and my siblings, I was smarter than anyone I'd ever met. I could have found another way to deal them if I'd wanted to, found a way to stop them that didn't involve violence, but I hadn't. I was a monster, worse than Peter could ever hope to be.
It would have been better if I'd never been born.
I gripped at the floor as the room started to shake. I was the only one that seemed to notice as the world shook the pieces and my vision went black. Soon my vision came back, but not as before. I was bodiless, but my sight was limitless as I flew past entire galaxies, universes. Had I died? I hadn't felt myself die, hadn't felt my heart stop or my lungs cease to take breath. No, it was more as if the universe itself had acted to purge itself of a corrupt soul.
C1.1: Ender Wiggin.
The universe was screaming, or so it felt to me. I ripped off my headset, falling to my knees as my head throbbed from the pain, but the screaming continued. My friends, my soldiers, the many observers, all rejoiced as the planet in the simulation exploded outwards, swallowing ever nearby ship, formic and human alike. It felt longer, but only a few seconds passed before the screaming stopped. In its wake came a deafening space-like silence. Everyone around me was still talking and shouting but I could hear none of it, head still pounding from that boundless trillion-throated scream. Mazer Rackham was approaching to congratulate me and tell me the ultimate secret, but I already knew. Perhaps on some level I'd known from the start. The simulation wasn't a simulation at all. It was all real.
I should have seen it before. I hadn't slept properly in months, maybe years, but I should have seen it. What was the point of such an incredibly detailed simulation when it didn't program for light speed lag in communication unless humanity had already discovered the technology for faster-than-light communications? From there it would have been simplicity itself to network real ships to the simulation and turn child's play into genocide. I'd thought I'd beat my teachers, my jailors at last, finally conquered their final unfair test for me, but in reality thousands of men had died on that suicidal run against the Formic planet on my command. And with them, the last of a sentient, sapient species had been eradicated. Would I have still made the command if I'd known that it would end like this, my purpose in defending Earth against the alien menace at last realized? No, never.
There was a connection between me and the Formics, the depth of which I could only fathom now that it was gone. Now that they were gone. I couldn't say scientifically how such a connection was possible but it made too much sense to be false. The dreams hadn't been born from stress, they'd come from the connection I shared with the Formic queens. It explained other things too. Over the years I'd known Bean, I'd come to realize that at least in some ways the boy was smarter than I was, that he was possibly the smartest human ever born. But despite his intelligence or perhaps because of it there was so much about the Formics that he didn't understand. He could see their formations, their tactics and strategies, but he couldn't grasp their emotions. But I could. And that was how I was the only human that knew they'd surrendered.
I'd rationalized it away. Assumed that the computers couldn't handle billions of ships all at once and that was the reason they weren't attacking, but the truth was that humanity's fearsome enemy had already given up. Peace had been possible, I was sure of it, if only their had been some shared language, a shared symbolism of a white flag. How much bloodshed had been caused by simple misunderstanding? Hit was likely they hadn't even thought us sentient at first, blind and deaf to their telepathy as the human race was. I had unknowingly opened my mind up to them in a struggle to understand their alien minds, but even so had only caught the barest glimmer of their desperate entreaties.
There was no one in all of history with as much blood on their hands as I. Trillions of lives extinguished, of an enemy that had already surrendered. All that they were, all that their civilization could have been, wiped out by that final bomb on my orders. Hiroshima paled in comparison.
I was the only one that had glimpsed their minds, the only one that might have brokered a peace between our species, and I'd destroyed them in a fit of pique. But I was always a killer, wasn't I. Bonzo and Stilson, I'd been told they lived, but I couldn't hide from the truth any longer. After watching so many military vids I was too familiar with the look on their faces to continue lying to myself. I'd killed them. Children, just misguided children, and I'd killed them. Physically I was a child as well, but that was no excuse. With the exception of Bean and my siblings, I was smarter than anyone I'd ever met. I could have found another way to deal them if I'd wanted to, found a way to stop them that didn't involve violence, but I hadn't. I was a monster, worse than Peter could ever hope to be.
It would have been better if I'd never been born.
I gripped at the floor as the room started to shake. I was the only one that seemed to notice as the world shook the pieces and my vision went black. Soon my vision came back, but not as before. I was bodiless, but my sight was limitless as I flew past entire galaxies, universes. Had I died? I hadn't felt myself die, hadn't felt my heart stop or my lungs cease to take breath. No, it was more as if the universe itself had acted to purge itself of a corrupt soul.
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General rule of thumb is 'write what you like, post what you like, so long as its not illegal, feel free to post it. If its NSFW keep in the NSFW section.'
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And "illegal" takes some doing; we're hosted in the US, so to actually fall under child porn laws you need to be posting either/both of 1. real images/video or 2. "realistic depictions of an actual existing child". (Either of which, of course, are still banned by this site's terms as well.)
Though technically any fanfic without preapproval by the author is "illegal", but everyone else ignores that and so can we.
