“So it’s true? I thought it was just a rumour. But why use kids?” asked General Montague.
“Kids are better than adults, General. Much better. That’s why General Foster, your predecessor, started using them,” said Riley.
“How old are they?” asked the General, pointing at them with his chin, his hands clasped behind his back.
“The youngest is eleven, and the oldest is thirteen.” said Riley, thinking about her eleven-year-old son back at home, playing on his computer.
“And has it worked?” asked the General.
“Yes Sir, since we’ve used children as drone pilots, the number of successful drone operations has grown exponentially,” said Riley, tapping a folder containing a graph she'd prepared, in case the General wanted more details.
“Do the kids know? I mean, they seem too happy,” said the General.
“No, Sir, they think it's a simulation. They think they are helping us to improve a training game for drone pilots. They have no idea they’re actually carrying out real–life drone attacks,” said Riley.
“Who knows about this?” asked the General.
“Apart from the Drone Ops team, only General Foster, you, and I,” said Riley.
“Good! Let’s keep it that way,” said the General shaking Riley’s hand and heading for the door.