"Okay, okay, don't have a fit. And sure, why not... there's not much else to do here." Matt had stayed the hell away from anything even resembling a research project since he was twelve years old. They really shouldn't have stocked Ender's Game in the Wammy's House library; Matt sometimes wondered if he'd have turned out differently if he hadn't read it.

Of course, some of the kids were probably fucked-up enough to think of it as something they would have wanted.