Today's situation was somewhat special.
Sitting across the negotiating table were several young men from Silicon Valley, dressed in casual suits. They were the special project representation team from Anthropic.
"General," the Anthropic representative sitting at the head of the table, a young man named Greg, gently pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose. His voice was polite, but it carried a hint of the technological arrogance unique to Silicon Valley elites. "Regarding the custom agreement for the defense version of Claude, we have made the maximum possible concessions on technical specifications and data isolation. It can assist you with massive intelligence analysis, logistics scheduling optimization, and even auxiliary deduction of battlefield situations."
Greg paused and pushed an agreement bound in a blue folder to the center of the table.
"However, there are two lines we cannot cross.
