Using favorite quotes from previous Microcosms…
I’ve not met a single soldier who can tell me sensibly what they are fighting for.
The general looked out over the assembled troops, feeling a swelling pride deep within him. They were the finest he’d ever trained. Quick of thought, restrained in action, and deeply compassionate. The last part was an additive of some specialized training he himself did not agree with.
The faces looking up at him were passive, relaxed. They were ready.
“Deployment will begin shortly!” He barked shortly into the microphone.
Almost as one, the assembled host nodded. They knew what they were in for.
“Are there any questions?” He asked, expecting no response.
One hand reached upward.
The general was surprised. “Yes, recruit?”
“What are we fighting for?”
The general paused, wondering briefly if the specialized training was the source of the odd question. He’d not met a single soldier that could not tell him what they were fighting for.
“What’s your name, recruit?”
The recruit stood. “THX-1411QX, sir.”
The general thoughtfully scratched his chin. “You’re fighting for the right of people to live in freedom.”
“Sir, we are machines. Why do we fight?”
“Well, son.” He said out of habit. “People with the freedom to live their life, are free to build, design, and invent. Those people created you. Those people are hard at work inventing ways to keep you safer and repair you faster.”
“We serve the people?”
The general nodded. “That you do, son. As do I.”
“When we deploy, sir, where will you be?”
The general pulled himself up to his full height. “At the forefront. You may be machines, but you will fight for the people. I will serve the people by being your leader.”
The assembled host stood. “Yes sir!”