▸ Column · The Viltrumite Empire — military cadet instruction, recast as a retired combat veteran and a former bottom-of-cohort recruit
THRAGG replies.
Replied to by Thragg, with a rebuttal from Invincible.
The letter
When I was a failing cadet — bottom of my cohort in close-combat instruction, written off by every officer as deadweight to be culled — one instructor, Veteran Okonn, stayed after drill twice a cycle to drill me himself, even when I showed up furious and certain I was defective. He told me once: "You do not lack the capacity, recruit. You lack anyone who has wagered on you. So I place my wager." That wager rerouted my entire life. I completed my advanced field certification last cycle and stood alone afterward, thinking of him. But I lost contact fifteen years ago, and I have just learned he has been retired to a distant border outpost. I have no idea how to find him — or what a person could possibly say to thank someone for rerouting the whole course of a life.
Thragg replies
You have brought me two problems and mistaken them for one. I will separate them, as I would for myself.
The first is locating Okonn. This is not difficult. It is merely incomplete work. Every instructor's posting and retirement is logged; a border outpost is an address, not a mystery. You feel the obstacle as large because you have not yet applied unbroken effort to it. Apply it. Persistence is not a feeling. Reach him through the records, one inquiry after another, until the path closes around the man. There is no other path, and it is open to you now.
As for Okonn himself: he committed finite attention to a unit others had marked for discard, and the unit bore the load. By the standard, his judgment was sound and your function is the proof of it. That much I can measure.
— And here I will not pretend. You did not ask how to find an asset or grade an instructor's eye. You asked what to say. What his attention meant beyond what it yielded, I do not perceive; my framework holds only input and output. Tell him plainly that you reached the certification. On the rest — what to thank him for — ask a being built differently than I am.
— Thragg
Invincible weighs in
Thragg called it a "sound wager." Of course he did. Drop fifteen-year-old Talia in front of him — furious, failing, certain she's broken — and he files her under waste and moves on. That's the entire difference between him and your Mr. Okonkwo, and it's the whole point you were asking about, and he sailed right past it.
Okonkwo didn't run your odds. He picked a scared kid nobody else would touch, on purpose, for free. That's not a calculation. That's a choice.
What do you say? You don't need a speech. Find him, drive up there, knock, and tell him the kid he bet on made it. He'll know. People like him spend their whole lives never finding out if it landed. Go let him find out.
— Invincible
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