It was written as if the hive-queen[虫族女王] spoke, telling all that they had meant to do, and all that they had done. Here are our failures and here is our greatness; we did not mean to hurt you, and we forgive you for our death.
If only we could have talked to you, the hive-queen said in Ender;s words. But since it could not be, we ask only this: that you remember us, not as enemies, but as tragic sisters, changed into a foul shape by Fate of God or Evolution. If we had kissed, it would have been the miracle to make us human[理性生物] in each other's eyes. Instead we killed each other. But still we welcome you now as guestfriends. Come into our home, daughters of Earth; dwell in our tunnels, harvest our fields; what we cannot do, you are now our hands to do for us. Blosson, trees; ripen, fields; be warm for them, suns; be fertile for them, planets; they are our adopted daughters, and they have come home.
The book that Ender wrote was not long, but in it was all the good and all the evil that the hive-queen knew. And he signed it, not with his name, but with a title:
SPEAKER FOR THE DEAD