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sacramental labor or something even more elemental,
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hung up was, "It'll take him ten minutes to get here," and hurried him to the
couch, one last quick time in this place.
It only took two trips to move all the boxes. On the second trip Reza and
Julian were alone, and when
Reza offered to help unpack, Julian said well, you know, maybe Blaze wants to
go to bed.
In fact, she did. They collapsed exhausted and slept until dawn.
ONCE OR TWICE a year, they don't bring the soldier-boys in between shifts;
they just immobilize us one by one and have the mechanic's second move
straight from barber chair to cage, a "hot transfer." It usually meant
something interesting was going on, since we don't normally work the same AO
as
Scoville's hunter-killer platoon.
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But Scoville had been grouchy because nothing had happened. They'd gone to
three different ambush sites in nine days with nothing but bugs and birds
showing up. It was obviously a make-work assignment, marking time.
He crawled out of the cage and it sealed shut for its ninety-second cleaning
cycle. "Have fun," Scoville said. "Bring something to read."
"Oh, I think they'll come up with some little chore for us to do." He nodded
morosely and hobbled away.
They wouldn't do a hot transfer if there was a choice. So it was something
important that the hunter-
killers weren't supposed to know about.
The cage popped and I wiggled into it, quickly setting the muscle sensors and
plugging in the orthotics and blood shunt. Then I closed the shell and jacked.
It was always disorienting for a moment, but a lot more so with a hot
transfer, since being platoon leader, I went first, and was suddenly jacked
with a bunch of relative strangers. I did know Scoville's platoon vaguely,
since I spent one day a month lightly jacked with him. But I didn't know all
the intimate details of their lives, and really didn't care to know. I was
plopped in the middle of this convoluted soap opera, an interloper who
suddenly knew all the family secrets.
Two by two, they were replaced by my own men and women. I tried to concentrate
on the problem at hand, which was to keep guard on the pairs of soldierboys as
they spent their couple of minutes of immobile vulnerability, which was easy.
I also tried to open a vertical link to the company commander and find out
what was really going on. What were we going to do that was so secret Scoville
was kept in the dark?
There was no answer until all of my people were in place. Then it came in a
gestalt trickle while I
automatically scanned the morning jungle for signs of trouble: there was a spy
in Scoville's platoon. Not a willing spy, but somebody whose jack was tapped,
real time.
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It might even have been Scoville himself, so he couldn't be told. Brigade had
set up an elaborate manipulation, where each member of the platoon was
misinformed as to the location of their ambush.
When an enemy force showed up in the middle of nowhere, they'd know which one
was the leak.
I had a lot more questions than the company commander had answers. How could
they control all the feedback states? If nine of the people thought they were
at point A and one thought they were at point B, wouldn't there be conspicuous
confusion? How could the enemy tap a jack in the first place? What was going
to happen to the mechanic who was affected?
That last one, she could answer. They would examine him and take out his jack,
and he would serve out the rest of his term as a tech or a shoe, depending.
Depending on whether he could count to twenty without taking off his shoes and
socks, I supposed. Army neurosurgeons made a lot less than Dr.
Spencer.
I cut off the thread to the commander, which didn't mean she couldn't
eavesdrop on me if she wanted to.
There were some large implications here, and you didn't need a degree in
cybercomm to see them. All of
Scoville's platoon had spent the last nine days in an elaborate and tightly
maintained virtual-reality fiction. Everything each one saw and felt was
monitored by Command, and fed back instantly in an altered state. That state
included nine other tailor-made fictions for the rest of the platoon. A total
of a hundred discrete fictions, constantly created and maintained nonstop.
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with Amelia. What if it bore no relation to where my soldierboy actually was? [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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sacramental labor or something even more elemental,
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0Peace%20by%20Joe%20Haldeman.txt nest-building. But what she said when Julian
hung up was, "It'll take him ten minutes to get here," and hurried him to the
couch, one last quick time in this place.
It only took two trips to move all the boxes. On the second trip Reza and
Julian were alone, and when
Reza offered to help unpack, Julian said well, you know, maybe Blaze wants to
go to bed.
In fact, she did. They collapsed exhausted and slept until dawn.
ONCE OR TWICE a year, they don't bring the soldier-boys in between shifts;
they just immobilize us one by one and have the mechanic's second move
straight from barber chair to cage, a "hot transfer." It usually meant
something interesting was going on, since we don't normally work the same AO
as
Scoville's hunter-killer platoon.
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But Scoville had been grouchy because nothing had happened. They'd gone to
three different ambush sites in nine days with nothing but bugs and birds
showing up. It was obviously a make-work assignment, marking time.
He crawled out of the cage and it sealed shut for its ninety-second cleaning
cycle. "Have fun," Scoville said. "Bring something to read."
"Oh, I think they'll come up with some little chore for us to do." He nodded
morosely and hobbled away.
They wouldn't do a hot transfer if there was a choice. So it was something
important that the hunter-
killers weren't supposed to know about.
The cage popped and I wiggled into it, quickly setting the muscle sensors and
plugging in the orthotics and blood shunt. Then I closed the shell and jacked.
It was always disorienting for a moment, but a lot more so with a hot
transfer, since being platoon leader, I went first, and was suddenly jacked
with a bunch of relative strangers. I did know Scoville's platoon vaguely,
since I spent one day a month lightly jacked with him. But I didn't know all
the intimate details of their lives, and really didn't care to know. I was
plopped in the middle of this convoluted soap opera, an interloper who
suddenly knew all the family secrets.
Two by two, they were replaced by my own men and women. I tried to concentrate
on the problem at hand, which was to keep guard on the pairs of soldierboys as
they spent their couple of minutes of immobile vulnerability, which was easy.
I also tried to open a vertical link to the company commander and find out
what was really going on. What were we going to do that was so secret Scoville
was kept in the dark?
There was no answer until all of my people were in place. Then it came in a
gestalt trickle while I
automatically scanned the morning jungle for signs of trouble: there was a spy
in Scoville's platoon. Not a willing spy, but somebody whose jack was tapped,
real time.
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20by%20Joe%20Haldeman.txt (89 of 261)15-8-2005 0:05:12
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It might even have been Scoville himself, so he couldn't be told. Brigade had
set up an elaborate manipulation, where each member of the platoon was
misinformed as to the location of their ambush.
When an enemy force showed up in the middle of nowhere, they'd know which one
was the leak.
I had a lot more questions than the company commander had answers. How could
they control all the feedback states? If nine of the people thought they were
at point A and one thought they were at point B, wouldn't there be conspicuous
confusion? How could the enemy tap a jack in the first place? What was going
to happen to the mechanic who was affected?
That last one, she could answer. They would examine him and take out his jack,
and he would serve out the rest of his term as a tech or a shoe, depending.
Depending on whether he could count to twenty without taking off his shoes and
socks, I supposed. Army neurosurgeons made a lot less than Dr.
Spencer.
I cut off the thread to the commander, which didn't mean she couldn't
eavesdrop on me if she wanted to.
There were some large implications here, and you didn't need a degree in
cybercomm to see them. All of
Scoville's platoon had spent the last nine days in an elaborate and tightly
maintained virtual-reality fiction. Everything each one saw and felt was
monitored by Command, and fed back instantly in an altered state. That state
included nine other tailor-made fictions for the rest of the platoon. A total
of a hundred discrete fictions, constantly created and maintained nonstop.
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The jungle around me was no more or less real than the coral reef I'd visited
with Amelia. What if it bore no relation to where my soldierboy actually was? [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]