"Peter, dear, I suppose by now you're sick of that horrid monitor. Well, good news. The monitor is coming out today! We're just gonna take it right out, and it won't hurt a bit."
It sounded rehearsed. But Peter wasn't paying much attention to the nurse. He couldn't think of anything except how cruel this was, how wrong. How could they terminate him as a project? He was needed up there, he was- he was the one. Peter was doing all he could to keep his anger inside of him, growing larger as the moment approached for the monitor to be removed. Peter kept hoping they'd realize their mistake, come and take him back. You can't kick me out! I'm the one you need; I can defeat the buggers! I can be the savior! Only me! Not my stupid brother… Peter hated him all ready, the little bastard, the little bugger-lover, growing in Mommy's womb. They'd already named him. Andrew. You can't replace me, you'll come back, you'll realize your mistake, and you'll see that Andrew is just a shadow of me. Come back! It was all he'd dreamed of, going up to train in the famous battle school. Astounding the other boys and teachers with his brilliant intellect. And now…shattered. His dream was shattered, and it was all because of Andrew! So engrossed was he in his thoughts that he didn't even realize it as the doctor came in, started talking, saying something about the monitor being gone. He felt another wave of anger and despair, and sunk deeper into himself. Suddenly, as if his brain was jolted, there was intense pain, and the doctor was twisting something at the back of his neck. Peter felt terrified as his body began to jerk and seize, out of his control. He barely felt the needle go in. His last thought before he sunk into oblivion was a mental scream of anguish. I HATE YOU ALL!
Hyrum Graff was sitting the cubicle, linked to the monitor terminal, waiting. Waiting for his assignment to begin, to analyze a small, precocious child, to see if he would be the one that they would mold and train and break and teach, so that he could save the world.
"Monitor Connection Recording: Andrew Wiggin. February 12th, 2063. Searching…connection complete. Monitor connection on."
'My name is Andrew, Monitor. But everyone calls me Ender…'