 What is the goal of the analogue computer?
MUTINEER By ROBERT J. SHEA For every weapon there was a defense, but not against the deadliest weapon—man himself! Raging , Trooper Lane hovered three thousand feet above Tammany Square. The cool cybrain surgically implanted in him was working on the problem. Did I fight in Chi for them? The humming paragrav-paks embedded beneath his shoulder blades held him motionless above Newyork's three administrative towers. They don't teach them about their own city, that they'll be fighting for. From seven years old up, Troopers have too much to learn about fighting. Old cybrain, a gift from the Trooper surgeons, compliments of the city, would have to figure out which one. Two black paragrav-boats whirred along the translucent underside of Newyork's anti-missile force-shield, the Shell. Old cybrain better be fast. The cybrain jolted an impulse through his spine. Cybrain had taken charge of his motor nerves. A predatory excitement rippled through him as he sailed down through the air. A little red-white-and-green flag fluttered on a staff below the window. Cybrain knew what it was doing. Lane dropped lightly to the floor, inside the room, in battle-crouch. "Lashing police with his vibray," said the announcer, "Lane broke through the cordon surrounding Manhattan Armory. Tammany Hall has warned that this man is extremely dangerous. Citizens are cautioned to keep clear of him. Lane is an insane killer. A built-in electronic brain controls his reflexes—" "At ease with that jazz," said Lane, and a sheathed finger snapped out. The two police boats were hovering above the towers. Lane's mailed hand snapped open a pouch at his belt. The force-bomb "exploded"—swelled or inflated, really, but with the speed of a blast. A section of the energy globe bellied out from above. It shaded the view from his window and re-entered the tower wall just below. He gave the blonde girl a light dose of the vibray to slap her awake. Orange or green is the action. I am a diplomat of the Grassroots Republic of Mars. This is an embassy, if you know what that means." "Well, you should have had brains enough to honor the flag outside this window. If you've never heard of diplomatic immunity, you'll suffer for your ignorance." "No. "Force-screen. Nothing gets past, except maybe a full-size blaster-beam. "I told you, I'm an ambassador.
 To predict what a cybrain's actions will be to counteract it
 To develop strategies for the Newyork Troopers in battle  To predict what a cybrain's actions will be to counteract it  To find an unexpected strategy against military forces  To develop improvements on the cybrains