designed to be stronger, faster and smarter than other humans. But weâre that way as a consequence of what makes us different. What makes us different is that alone among humans, we were born with a purpose. And that purpose is simple: to keep humans alive in this universe.::
The members of the squad looked around at each other. Sarah Pauling raised her hand. ::Other people help to keep humans alive. We saw them on Phoenix Station, on our way here.::
::But they werenât born for it,:: Brahe said. ::Those people you sawâthe realbornâare born without a plan. Theyâre born because biology tells humans to make more humans; but it doesnât consider what to do with them after that. Realborn go for years without the slightest clue what theyâre going to do with themselves. From what I understand, some of them never actually figure it out. They just walk through life in a daze and then fall into their graves at the end of it. Sad. And inefficient.
::You may do many things in your life, but walk though it in a daze will not be one of them,:: Brahe continued. ::You are born to protect humanity. And you are designed for it. Everything in you down to your genes reflects that purpose. Itâs why you are stronger, and faster, and smarter than other humans::âBrahe nodded toward Jaredâ::and why you are born as adults, ready to fight quickly, effectively and efficiently. It takes the Colonial Defense Forces three months to train realborn soldiers. We do the same trainingâand moreâin two weeks.::
Steve Seaborg raised his hand. ::Why does it take the realborn so long to train?:: he asked.
::Let me show you,:: Brahe said. ::Today is the first day of training. Do you know how to stand at attention, or other basic drill maneuvers?:: The members of the training squad looked at Brahe blankly. ::Right,:: Brahe said. ::Here come your instructions.::
Jared sensed his brain flooding with new information. The perception of this knowledge sat thickly upon his consciousness, unorganized; Jared sensed his BrainPal funneling the information into the right places, the now-familiar unpacking process launching branching paths of information that connected with things that Jared, now a full day old, already knew.
Now Jared knew the military protocols of parade drilling. But more than that came an unexpected emotion that arose natively in his own brain, and was amplified and augmented by the integrated thoughts of his training squad: Their informal array in front of Brahe, with some standing, some sitting and some leaning back on the steps of their barracks, felt wrong . Disrespectful. Shameful. Thirty seconds later they were in four orderly rows of four, standing at attention.
Brahe smiled. ::You got it on the first try,:: he said. ::Parade rest.:: The squad shifted into parade rest position, feet apart, hand behind backs. ::Excellent,:: Brahe said. ::At ease.:: The squad visibly relaxed.
::If I told you how long it takes to train Realborn to do just that much just as well as you did, you wouldnât believe me,:: Brahe said. ::Realborn need to drill, to repeat, to practice again and again to get things right, to learn to do the things that you will learn and absorb in one or two sessions.::
::Why donât the realborn train this way?:: asked Alan Millikan.
::They canât,:: Brahe said. ::They have old minds, set in their ways. They have a hard enough time just learning to use a BrainPal. If I tried sending them the drill protocols like I just sent to you, their brains simply couldnât handle it. And they canât integrateâthey canât share information between themselves automatically like you do, and like all Special Forces do. Theyâre not designed for it. Theyâre not born to it.::
::Weâre superior, but there are realborn soldiers,:: Steven Seaborg said.
::Yes,:: Brahe said. ::Special Forces are less than one percent of the entire CDF fighting force.::
::If
The members of the squad looked around at each other. Sarah Pauling raised her hand. ::Other people help to keep humans alive. We saw them on Phoenix Station, on our way here.::
::But they werenât born for it,:: Brahe said. ::Those people you sawâthe realbornâare born without a plan. Theyâre born because biology tells humans to make more humans; but it doesnât consider what to do with them after that. Realborn go for years without the slightest clue what theyâre going to do with themselves. From what I understand, some of them never actually figure it out. They just walk through life in a daze and then fall into their graves at the end of it. Sad. And inefficient.
::You may do many things in your life, but walk though it in a daze will not be one of them,:: Brahe continued. ::You are born to protect humanity. And you are designed for it. Everything in you down to your genes reflects that purpose. Itâs why you are stronger, and faster, and smarter than other humans::âBrahe nodded toward Jaredâ::and why you are born as adults, ready to fight quickly, effectively and efficiently. It takes the Colonial Defense Forces three months to train realborn soldiers. We do the same trainingâand moreâin two weeks.::
Steve Seaborg raised his hand. ::Why does it take the realborn so long to train?:: he asked.
::Let me show you,:: Brahe said. ::Today is the first day of training. Do you know how to stand at attention, or other basic drill maneuvers?:: The members of the training squad looked at Brahe blankly. ::Right,:: Brahe said. ::Here come your instructions.::
Jared sensed his brain flooding with new information. The perception of this knowledge sat thickly upon his consciousness, unorganized; Jared sensed his BrainPal funneling the information into the right places, the now-familiar unpacking process launching branching paths of information that connected with things that Jared, now a full day old, already knew.
Now Jared knew the military protocols of parade drilling. But more than that came an unexpected emotion that arose natively in his own brain, and was amplified and augmented by the integrated thoughts of his training squad: Their informal array in front of Brahe, with some standing, some sitting and some leaning back on the steps of their barracks, felt wrong . Disrespectful. Shameful. Thirty seconds later they were in four orderly rows of four, standing at attention.
Brahe smiled. ::You got it on the first try,:: he said. ::Parade rest.:: The squad shifted into parade rest position, feet apart, hand behind backs. ::Excellent,:: Brahe said. ::At ease.:: The squad visibly relaxed.
::If I told you how long it takes to train Realborn to do just that much just as well as you did, you wouldnât believe me,:: Brahe said. ::Realborn need to drill, to repeat, to practice again and again to get things right, to learn to do the things that you will learn and absorb in one or two sessions.::
::Why donât the realborn train this way?:: asked Alan Millikan.
::They canât,:: Brahe said. ::They have old minds, set in their ways. They have a hard enough time just learning to use a BrainPal. If I tried sending them the drill protocols like I just sent to you, their brains simply couldnât handle it. And they canât integrateâthey canât share information between themselves automatically like you do, and like all Special Forces do. Theyâre not designed for it. Theyâre not born to it.::
::Weâre superior, but there are realborn soldiers,:: Steven Seaborg said.
::Yes,:: Brahe said. ::Special Forces are less than one percent of the entire CDF fighting force.::
::If
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