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Master Control Program:
I've got a little challenge for you, Sark - a new recruit. He's a tough case, but I want him treated in the usual manner. Train him for the games... let him hope for a while... and blow him away.

Sark:
You've got it. I've been hopin' you'd send me somebody with a little more guts... what kind of program is he?

Master Control Program:
He's not any kind of program, Sark. He's a User.

Sark:
A user?

Master Control Program:
That's right. He pushed me... in the other world. Somebody pushes me, I push back. So I brought him down here... What's the matter, Sark? You look nervous.

Sark:
Well, I - it's just - I don't know, a User, I mean... Users wrote us. A User even wrote you...

Master Control Program:
No one User wrote me. I'm worth a couple million of their man-years!

Sark:
But-what if I can't...?

Master Control Program:
You rather take your chances with me? Want me to slow down your power cycles for you?

Sark:
Wait... I need that...

Master Control Program:
Then pull yourself together. Get this clown trained. I want him in the Games until he dies playing. Acknowledge.

Sark:
Acknowledged, Master Control...

Master Control Program:
End of line.