Mifune: How old are you, kid?
Kid: Eighteen.
Mifune: Should have said sixteen, I might have believed that.
Kid: Okay, I'm sixteen.
Mifune: The minimum age for the Corp's eighteen. Sixteen's too young.
Kid: The machines don't care how old I am. They'll kill me just the same.
Mifune: ...Ain't that the goddamn truth.
Kid: Give me a chance, sir. I won't let you down.
Mifune: You do, and you're gonna find that me and the machines got something in common.

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Kid stands at attention, eyes forward. Mifune is in his grill. Kid turns and looks Mifune in the eye and offers his reasoning.

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