"So you read the neural net and you have a couple of facts about us, great. Straight out of the ABC book of Communism yeah?"
He tutted and shook his head.
"Not good enough boy. I lead entire units of men to die for a purpose. I throw myself and others down the barrels of enemy fire. You can't even tell me what that purpose is, or can you?"
He stood over the boy, knife in hand.
"I want answers, not excuses. I want to know if this pile of meat sitting before me is capable."