[ WP ] He is the Chosen One . Braver than a lion . Mightier than the storm . Dumber than a 5-year old .

The lab room lights flickered at a frequency barely perceptible to Arthur and Ingo as they looked intently at the screen in front of them. Numbers and statistics flew by as the pair searched for anything that could be portrayed in a positive light. The results of their latest experiments were just coming in, and not a moment too soon. Within two days they would have to submit their findings to the committee, and with what they had to show for their efforts, continued funding of the project looked far from certain. 
 
 Arthur hit a key on the console next to a vacuum-sealed door. A puff of air briefly lifted his disheveled hair and restored it in place as the seal was broken and the door opened. 
 
 Utter devastation. 
 
 Arthur reviewed the damage that had been done in the combat simulation chamber. It was unlike anything that had happened in their virtually simulated experiments. The members of the drone platoon had been trained with petabytes of combat data collected from the armed forces. Slight variations, within reasonable limits, of their `` personalities'' had been chosen by a genetic algorithm, yet all of the semi-autonomous drones had performed abysmally in a real world test. 
 
 `` Every last one of them is destroyed,'' Arthur lamented as he viewed the damage on the `` queen'' drone that served as the leader that dispatched commands. Even without reviewing the combat logs, he could tell that the queen had gone down early in the experiment. 
 
 `` It just does n't make any sense - their reasoning skills are top-notch. Their weaponry and reaction times are an order of magnitude better. They've got instant access to every combat action taken by every solder in the last fifty years. Yet they're being blown away by our first-generation drones!'' Ingo said, his puzzled look giving way to a terrible fear of having to return to work in the private sector. Imagined grocery drones flew around his head. He shuddered. 
 
 Real world experiments were considerably more expensive, and they had time for one more the next day. With no way of explaining the poor performance of their drones, they were flying blind, so to speak. Arthur and Ingo decided to roll the dice, and let a significantly wider range of personalities be introduced in their final experiment. It was way more variation than they had ever expected at such a late stage of their work, and was effectively an admission of defeat. Might as well have some fun. 
 
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 The final day of experiments was upon Arthur and Ingo. 
 
 `` The benefits at Nile.com are great, and hours are flexible, they... `` Arthur trailed off as he observed Ingo staring straight ahead, not paying much attention. He looked at the screen at the characteristics of the drones they had just sent out to their final real world experiment. He scoffed at the absurdity of such waste. 
 
 Numbers began quickly streaming across the screen, and a single line of larger numbers immediately stood out. Ingo checked some of the external sensors in the combat chamber and they confirmed the results. It was difficult to believe. 
 
 Within minutes it was over. Arthur rushed over to the console to open the door to see first hand what had happened. One drone stood virtually untouched along with the queen. It had laid waste to the entire enemy platoon. 
 
 Ingo called to Arthur from the main lab. 
 
 `` Take a look at this!'' Ingo pointed a finger excitedly at the screen, `` The one out there that survived? Practically a zero on abstract reasoning abilities. None of our earlier virtual experiments ever went close - who wants a dumb drone? But it seems like this intelligence, coupled with the massive amount of data they had, crippled the others into inaction. I do n't know why this never came up in our virtual simulations.'' 
 
 Ingo felt relief as he looked down and wrote in his notebook: `` He is the Chosen One. Braver than a lion. Mightier than the storm. Dumber than a 5-year old.'' 
 

