Max: What are you?
Brain: What am I?
Alec: Yeah, she means you don't exactly look like a soldier there, big guy.
Brain: Oh, and you two do? I'm an I.T. Concentrate. A battle processor. I'm basically a general, his staff, two database groups and five logistical support teams all rolled into one stealth package.
Alec: Stealth? Yeah.
Brain: People look away. They don't remember me. There are you happy?
Alec: Yeah. That still doesn't explain your psychic ability.
Brain: Psychic? Please. I combine near absolute data knowledge with fast Fourier neural nets for heuristics.
Brain: Predictions using probability algorithms that are stored in my--Look, are you sure you want to hear this?