"Now here y'all can see what we do with our nice new cloney boys when we take 'em outta the tanks. They are all fit an' healthy in a physical sense but they got no idea what they're gonna be doin'. Here we program all that that they need to know direct into their nice empty minds." The General paused, his chest all puffed up with pride.

"Ah, yes." interrupted the visitor. "Making them into fully programmed super-soldiers, prepared to give their lives for our organisation, that sort of thing. I trust that the full gamut of psychological initiatives were correctly instituted according to the various directives I have previously sent to you?"

"Yes, well, kinda" replied the General. "Now if y'all will foller me we got a nice surprise right aroun' the next corner"

"Kinda? What do you.....?" queried the visitor, but the General was already striding off down the corridor. With a deep breath the visitor set off after him.