The White Room: A Short Story

“So, Ender, do you know why you are here?” Ender had thought for a second and answered, “No, and no knowledge of why I am confined in this chair.” The scientists have once again scribbled on their notes and conversed. Ender had took this time to strain his mind into remembering how and why he had got into the white room. Suddenly beeping sounds come from the far end of the room. Soon after followed excruciating pain that pounded Ender’s brain. Ender groaned, trying to hold in the pain. “Get him a shot of anesthesia right now!” yelled Simmons. Swiftly as if they were expecting this to happen, a female scientist immediately followed the man’s order. Before Ender could even reply, he went to sleep. Ender had woken up lying on a clean bed. He
noticed that the room resembled the Commanders’ quarters back at the School. Still groggy, he tried to recall what has happened so far. He thought carefully as to not miss any critical information that may lead to his current situation. “I defeated the colony with my friends, I lived at