 What does the reader learn from Lane's inability to identify a flag he sees flying outside a tower?
Raging , Trooper Lane hovered three thousand feet above Tammany Square. 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. Two black paragrav-boats whirred along the translucent underside of Newyork's anti-missile force-shield, the Shell. 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. 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. A built-in electronic brain controls his reflexes—" "At ease with that jazz," said Lane, and a sheathed finger snapped out. 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. It shaded the view from his window and re-entered the tower wall just below. Orange or green is the action. Sure, I've heard of it—you gotta go by spaceship. He takes orders from Newyork." But also the road to the return to city-states.
 That he is not well-informed on general politics
 That he is colorblind  That he wants to abstain from political conversations  That he knows his city's flag but not those of other American cities  That he is not well-informed on general politics