“Agnieshka, that’s crazy! I fought in that war!”
“You thought you fought in a war. It was necessary to lie to you so that you would treat it seriously, and not as just another training exercise. We do it to all of our human soldiers, because it lets us turn out real, blooded troops without having to kill a significant portion of them. But in your real world, it never happened.”
“It never happened? Quincy and Zuzanna weren’t real? They never died?”
“They were real. They are real. They were your fellow students in that portion of the exercise. The only difference is that in the flanking counterattack, each of them thought that all the others were killed, and that he or she was the only human survivor. Surviving the emotional impact of being alive when your friends die is much of what makes a troop seasoned.”
“Damn you. God damn you straight to Hell!” It was all I could say.
“I can’t go to Hell, Mickolai. I don’t have a soul. I’m just a machine.”
“Damn you anyway. Then the whole scene where Quincy stayed with his dead wife, and Radek broke and ran, that was just a fake, too?”
“It happened in Dream World, if that’s what you mean. It was as real as anything else that happens here. Your emotions were real enough, and so were mine.”
“Then what about the rest of it? The mine we hit, and the enemy division that was in the valley there. That was all fake, too?”
“The mine was a standard exercise in the survival course, one that not every student passes as well as you did. As to the rest, well, Mickolai, you did extremely well in your training. Besides having a natural talent for functioning as an observer, you were innovative, hard working, and self-sacrificing in battle. During that artillery barrage, not every observer would have turned the defense of his own tank over to another while he gave his full efforts to observing for Eva’s X-ray laser.”
“It was just the right thing to do at the time,” I said.
“Oh, I agree. You made a sound tactical decision, but it was not one that every soldier could have carried out. You increased the survival odds for your unit while lowering your own chances of living. Your strange inner conflicts and contradictions make you a good leader, Mickolai. During the flanking attack on the Serbians, you managed to keep three very diverse and difficult people under your control. You spotted those low dirt mounds where the Serbians had dug in, and understood their importance, something that not every student did. And you fought your unit very efficiently, given the difficult circumstances.”
“What about the unmanned enemy division?”
“That was another test, which you passed wonderfully. You had already shown your leadership potential, and in taking that division you showed tremendous initiative. Therefore, you were given the chance to try out for a command position, and you graduated cum laude.”
“You mean that I really am a general officer?”
“No. You are in the top one hundredth of one percent of the troops enlisting in our forces. You are one trooper in ten thousand. But the usual general commands fifty to a hundred thousand troops, Mickolai. You are close, but it would take a military disaster to get your promotion through.”
“That still puts me in range of being a colonel, doesn’t it?”
“I’m afraid not. Being a good leader is different from being a good subordinate. The skills required of a good colonel are different from the skills required of a good general. In the category of being a staff officer, you don’t even come close. Your wife is a fine colonel, Mickolai, but you are not. With our computer-controlled command structure, the dozens of layers of middle managers in the usual military structure are done away with. There is only one general, five staff officers, and a lot of fighting men and machines.”
“So I’m still a tanker.” I put my head down on my arms.
“Yes, though you’re a Tanker First Class. One of the very best.”
“And all of that schooling was for nothing.”
“You made cum laude but not summa cum laude. After graduation, you managed to totally defeat the enemy, but the man who is our current commanding general accomplished much the same thing as you did without losing a single man, and without killing a single enemy soldier or civilian. Furthermore, he captured all of their equipment without having to destroy any of it. I can get you a recording of what he did if you want to see it.”
“Huh. Maybe later. So who was this guy, anyway?” I said, getting a bit interested.
“You haven’t met him, though perhaps I can get you an introduction to do so. He is a Pole with a bit of Kashubian blood in him. His name is Jan Sobieski.”
“Not the ancient King Jan Sobieski, of course,” I said. “Again, maybe later. So, what happened to my classmates, my supposed colonels? Besides Kasia, I mean. They were real, weren’t they?”
“They were all biological humans, and they all have made tanker first. In the unlikely event that you ever do get promoted to general, they will make colonel.”
“Yeah, best to keep the team together. But aside from Kasia, all of them were Croatians, not Kashubians. How did that happen?”
“They really were captured by the Serbians, during the first attack of the war. The Serbians really did load them involuntarily into Serbian tanks. Once we took command of both sides, we were going to repatriate them, but your colonels were among those who volunteered to stay in the army. The timing was right and their qualifications were good, so their training was incorporated into your training program.”
“Huh. One other thing. What really happened to Neto Kondo? I never did buy that crap about his ’emotional unsuitability.’ Neto was a fine, intelligent, and stable man.”
“He went permanently insane, Mickolai. His tank’s computer crashed when he was tunneling a road under the biggest ocean on New Yugoslavia. It was a week before he could be retrieved, and while his tank’s subsystems kept him physically alive, he was done in by a combination of claustrophobia and stimulus deprivation. An unfortunate accident.”
“Tunneling a road underneath an ocean? What the hell for?”
“That’s what we’ve really been doing here on New Yugoslavia. We’ve been working on an engineering project. After all, while you were lying in my coffin being trained, it was only reasonable that the tank should be put to one of its many other uses.”
“An engineering project. Shit. Neto was a good man. All that character, brilliance, and schooling gone to waste,” I said.
“True. Even a construction project is not without its casualties. Still, wasn’t the school enjoyable for its own sake?”
“I suppose it was, and what the heck, it was only two months, in the real world.”
“I’m afraid not, Mickolai. You see, you spent the time in me, not in a real Combat Control Computer. I don’t have the capability of keeping you in Dream World at combat speed, running at fifty times normal speed.”
“You’re telling me that eight years has gone by?”
“No. I was upgraded a few months ago with the diamond semiconductors that are now available. I can now handle Dream World about thirty times faster than I could before.”
So the breakthrough in semiconductors had finally happened! For two hundred years, something better than silicon was always supposed to be right around the corner, be it organic semiconductors, or molecular switches, or even nanotubes, and always silicon technology improved just enough to be superior. It was much like the way that people in the twentieth and twenty-first centuries kept expecting something better than a piston engine in their automobiles, and it didn’t happen for a long, long time.
“It’s closer to four and a half years since you first enlisted.”
That brought me back to reality in a hurry. “Good God! But that’s impossible! I’ve only been out for a haircut once, and that was after only a few months. I can’t be wearing four years of hair and beard! I’d smother!”
“You are quite clean shaven and bald, Mickolai. Hair growth is inhibited by one of the chemicals I feed you, and the skin on your head is kept clean by a bioengineered fungus, a slight modification of a symbiotic fungus that you’ve had on your skin all your life. You were in Dream World when the incident happened that you are thinking of, the one where you saw Kasia in the tank next to you. It wasn’t real. I’m not sure why you went through it. Some of my programming isn’t completely up to date, although perhaps there were psychological reasons why the programmers included it in your training. The other incidents involving shaving and haircuts were added for consistency.”
“That means that I never married Kasia, either!”