The Pool, Sunday Morning
He'd left his room, and no one had stopped him. Then he'd left the floor, and no one had stopped him there either. So in the dorms, at least, Ender had freedom of movement. The same might have gone for outdoors-- there would be no guard stopping him. That was good to know. At least this prison had space.
But he didn't go outdoors. He'd seen a mention of the pool in a brochure, and he wanted to find it. He'd gone down every stairway until he'd found it, and then he stripped down to his trunks and slid seamlessly into the water.
If he closed his eyes, it almost felt like zero g. He tried swimming underwater for a little while, but the resistance sometimes broke the illusion, and so he'd started to drift, his eyes shut and his limbs stretched out.
[ open pool, of course ]
But he didn't go outdoors. He'd seen a mention of the pool in a brochure, and he wanted to find it. He'd gone down every stairway until he'd found it, and then he stripped down to his trunks and slid seamlessly into the water.
If he closed his eyes, it almost felt like zero g. He tried swimming underwater for a little while, but the resistance sometimes broke the illusion, and so he'd started to drift, his eyes shut and his limbs stretched out.
[ open pool, of course ]