~No, I didn’t mean that your knowledge was all programmed in, General. However, your loyalty and obedience was programmed in. If they can’t trust you on the battlefield, how do you expect them to have ever trusted you as a tactician?~
Shaking her head, Noemi looked up at the doctor before she nodded with understanding. “I understand. I’ll insure that he gets the proper amount of sleep. As for wear… Is it not true that those our age usually cannot survive the operation required to replace them?”
She then returned her attention back down to the General. ~In the long run, it doesn’t matter now. We are here, free and away from them.~