Vexa snorted. "that certainly is interesting to me, but a danger to your narrow taste of strategic thinking. A nato that thinks for himself is a nato that will eventually question orders, And a nato that questions orders is a nato that ends up executed. Knowing how all this will end, Why not degrade this nato from the beginning to avoid an unnecessary loss for the empire? By your words, he has virtues better than fighting, didn't you say he was very creative?".
"it may be. But I still have the hope of directing him well. Besides, it can be a good training challenge". Nouwl-an responded. "and I have already detected the symptoms. This nato has demonstrated many emotional weaknesses, too many, to be honest. He cried when they executed his syreni, according to the reports, which unleashed a combat fury rarely seen among the natos of his generation. He also refuses to strike the recruits, not only the weakest, but all the recruits equally. He seems to feel an excessive empathy for the natos of his group, helping them as much as possible. The previous night he gave his dinner to one of them can you believe it?".
Vexa frowned, thoughtful. "more than weakness, he seems to me a very stupid nato".
"it is both things", Nouwl-an corrected. "And it is my job to correct them before he dies in his first test".
Silence settled between them again. Below, the small Vespera had stood up and walked unsteadily toward the crying boy. In an authoritarian movement, she snatched the canteen from his hand and began to drink it, but at the same time, the tallest nato of all imposed himself over her, snatching the canteen and returning it to its owner.
Nouwlan observed the scene and shook his head. "Too many weaknesses, too much indiscipline", he murmured.
Nouwlan returned to direct his gaze toward Korr, who now ran lap number fourteen of twenty-one. The child stumbled, fell to the ground, but got up and started again. Then he fell again, got up again and started running.
"I will go to stop him, The nato has reached his limit". Vexa suggested, but nouwl-an shook his head.
"let him keep running a few more laps". The young man said, before adding. "the nato is strong. Despite being class 15, he has begun to present attributes superior to the other natos of his generation. His cognitive processing speed is two deviations above the average and his lung capacity is thirteen percent higher than that of his companions. And his resistance to pain... well, we have already witnessed it firsthand".
Vexa watched Korr fall and rise for the third time. "Impressive", she admitted reluctantly.
"there is no doubt that this nato, with the appropriate qualities, will become a splendid dog", at Nouwl-an's words, vexa opened her eyes in surprise".
"so that is your plan, right? Transform this nato into a berserker".
Nouwl-an was about to lift the corners of his mouth into a smile, but the stoic behavior that characterized him did not allow him to do something he considered so vulgar.
"it would be a good way to make use of his wild virtues. He would be very valuable for any commander. Let us imagine Korr-add within five orbits, as an adult, with all his strength developed, but preserving that hatred, that stubbornness, that refusal to yield, directed at any enemy of the empire. He would be a perfect weapon, an elite berserker".
"if you do not kill him first with so many excesses. Remember that he is still a nato", Vexa questioned him.
"he will survive, vexa, he will survive his training. All for the empire". And without more he rose toward the highest tower, leaving Vexa alone, supervising the natos.
And feeling that it was already enough, she decided at least, to help that nato with a small respite, now that she felt that he seemed interesting.
Anything to stop feeling bored.