Disclaimer: Ender's story, the Ender Quartet and any characters, places, or ideas native to it belong to Orson Scott Card.

A/N: I can't remember Novinha's maiden name for the life of me, so I'm using 'Wiggin' where needed.

--Silly--

"The descolada is a threat to all sentient life. Attempts to communicate with it have resulted in failure. The descoladore, creators of the murderous cells, have responded with threats or incomprehensible messages. In my opinion, they need to be eradicated. I will do the deed myself if I must. The descolada cannot be allowed to produce and the descoladore must pay for the reckless xenocides! I hope that the Starways Congress, in all its wisdom, will see that war is the only option. We cannot wait around while the descoladore hold a knife to our throats...."

-Web entry signed, "Gregorio Wiggin"

"Grego! You'd better explain yourself!" Quara was on a rampage.

"What's your problem now?" Grego was surprised by Quara's ferocity. She had these outbursts often, but now she was furious. Ela had followed Quara in, disturbed by the noise. Quara leapt for Grego's throat, knocking him off his chair. Ela grabbed Quara's wrists as her sister struggled back.

"Quara...Quara...Quara, enough!" Ela let go of Quara, who was breathing heavily, her eyes fixed on Grego.

"How dare you..."

"What? What did I do?" Quara grabbed some papers off a nearby desk and threw them at Grego.

"You printed your reports on the web! This work is supposed to be a secret! You're a traitor!" Quara stormed out, leaving Ela to deal with Grego. Grego gathered up the papers and read them.

"How..." Ela snatched the papers from Grego and read them.

"Grego...how could you?" 'Good question', Grego thought. Grego said nothing. Ela shook her head sadly and left Grego on the floor. He hadn't said anything in his defense. This was exactly what he wanted. He didn't know how his report got out on the webs. He didn't post them there; he wanted to, but never did. But here they were. His family was furious with him, but he got what he wanted.

To be heard.

Finally, some action would be taken against the descolada. Finally, we will see some results. Grego glanced to his terminal. A message was waiting.

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Quara was nearly in tears. 'I don't BELIEVE him. He knew how important this work was to us and he has the nerve to make it public?! This is the end. If the Congress read his report, they'd want an investigation. Ela made it clear that we weren't supposed to voice our opinions, especially not on the web. Too much trouble...' Thoughts raced through her head for a few minutes until she had a pounding headache. 'Great. What more could happen?' She signed on to the web, in hopes of continuing her research of the new human cell the descoladores sent her. And then she had an idea.

She would write her own report. She would counter Grego's argument with equal ferocity. She began to type. "Rash actions will only lead to another Xenocide. Haven't we had enough violence...?"

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"You are wise beyond your years, Grego." The message read.

"Who are you?"

"A fan of your work, a supporter of your cause."

"My work? I haven't done anything."

"I saw your report on the descolada. I whole-heartedly agree."

"It was just one paper. I didn't..." He reconsidered telling the stranger that he hadn't meant to post. He'd rather have the credit. The stranger cut him off.

"You are capable of great things. You could mass together supporters and demand the destruction of the descoladore."

"No." He remembered it. The taste of power. The taste of togetherness. Then they turned on him and burned down the pequenino forest. He wouldn't do it again.

"Why not?"

"It's a dangerous road you're asking me to travel. And I don't know who you are."

"Silly boy, I'm asking you to do what's right. Besides, you're sister already looks to oppose you."

"What? I think I've had enough of this conversation."

"Look." A paper appeared on his terminal. Grego read with horror the accusations made against the Congress, the scathing analysis of his own paper, and the call for a new government. It was signed by Quara.

"I don't believe this."

"You see now?"

"Yes. I write a harmless paper and she's tearing me apart."

"You're family is against you."

"Ela?"

"Look." Another paper was sent his way. Ela's was not as vicious as Quara's, but a line had been highlighted by the stranger. It read: "The paper signed as "Grego" is a fake. It is a poorly organized attempt to stir trouble and should be disregarded as nothing more than a prank."

"They're against me."

"Yes."

"I have some ideas."

"Good, you can put them to some use, I hope?"

"Can you help me?"

"I've been waiting for you to ask me that."

"I have some ideas I'd like you to spread around....Wait, where do you live?"

"Oh, I get around."

"Good. There are some ideas I'd like you to pass around to your friends, colleagues. Get the word out. I think our argument is a strong one."

"Indeed."

"What is your name?"

"James will be fine, my friend." James signed off. Grego sat staring at his terminal, lost in thought of anger and wonder and power...and revenge.

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"Silly girl, I'm asking you to do what's right. Besides, you're brother already looks to oppose you." After she had finished her report, someone had immediately sent her a message. This "fan of her cause" first tried flattery with her, praising her accomplishments in her field. She was in too much of a bad mood to fall for the stranger's sweet talk. But still...

"That twisted bastard. What's he done now?"

"Look." A paper appeared over Quara's terminal. Quar nearly yelled in fury. She wanted to strangle her brother. Before her was Grego's latest entries to the web. They were an attack on her previous paper. They belittled her, her work, and everything she had to say.

"I can't believe him!"

"You see now?"

"Of course! He thinks he's the only scientist in the family! All I did was write my findings like he did an he attacks me!"

"Your family is against you."

"No, Ela is on my side."

"Look." The stranger showed her another report. Ela was attacking her, too. Quara was shocked, so much so that she couldn't even feel anger A line had been highlighted by the stranger. It read: "The paper signed as "Quara" is a fake. It is a poorly organized attempt to stir trouble and should be disregarded as nothing more than a prank."

"They're against me."

"Yes."

"I'll show them.... Once I finish my reports on the descolada messages, I'll teach them not to push me around."

"Good. You can put those reports to good use, I hope?"

"Can you help me?"

"I've been waiting for you to ask me that."

"When I finish, could you help send my message to...hold on, where do you live?"

"Oh, I get around."

"Good. I think if enough people support us we can convince the Congress to change their ways."

"Indeed."

"What is your name?"

"James will be fine, dear." James signed off. Quara sat staring at her terminal, lost in thought of anger and wonder and power...and revenge.

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"Ready?" Peter asked Wang-Mu.

"Always." Since the news of Lands' death had reached them, they prepared their own investigation of the scene. Jane had informed them that she would be able to bring them to Lands' station while Congress was in session and most security would be guarding them. Now, Peter and Wang-Mu were ready to board their "ship", which was nothing more than a box. It was a simple enough form for Jane to transport safely to the Outside and back Inside again.

Wang-Mu stepped inside and sat down followed by Peter. They held each other's hands and waited in silence for a few minutes when Jane's voice crackled to life in Peter's ear.

"Ready, guys?" Peter looked into Wang-Mu's eyes, smiled and said, "Yes, we're ready."

"Please keep your hands and arms inside the..."

"Jane..."

"Sorry, I couldn't resist." They barely noticed they were traveling through the Outside, among the all the philotes. The ship gave no sense of motion and the lack of windows gave no clue to the strands they were traveling through. In front of Wang-Mu and Peter sat a new person. Wang-Mu let out a short gasp. This had only happened once before when Ender and Miro had gone to the Outside. Miro had abandoned his crippled body for a new copy and Ender formed Young Valentine and Peter. It was happening again.

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