"Diane Duane - Harbinger 2 - Storm At Eldala" - читать интересную книгу автора (Duane Diane)

"You should have let the business take its course regardless," Enda said. "That is the purpose of these
exercises, so I am told." She glanced over at Gabriel, who was wiping the sweat off his face.

"How did we do?" he said to the air.

"Twenty-six minutes," said Helm. "You should be pleased with yourself. It's precious few engagements
that run much longer than fifteen these days, especially with numbers like that. You're getting a better
tactical sense, that's certain."

"He is also running himself ragged," said Enda, watching Gabriel mop himself up with the cleaning cloth
that he had started to keep by his seat for these exercises.
"Are you all right?"

"I was nearly dead, I thought," Gabriel said, still finding it hard to talk without gasping for air. "Boy, is
that real. It's worth it, even if I do hate it more than anything."

"Well, you were the one to discover how effective it is," Enda said, levering herself out of the left-hand
seat and standing up to take a good long stretch. "It is not my fault if the 'deep limbic' implementation of
the fighting software deprives you of any sense that this is a simulation. If you have a problem with that,
take it up with the programmers at Insight."

"They'd probably just say that there's no difference between a simulation and the real thing if the
simulation's real enough," said Helm. "Like to see some of them out here testing the software under
conditions like this."

Gabriel made a face.

"It might be amusing," Enda said to Helm. "Anyway, I do not see that it makes the experience of fighting
any less useful for Gabriel if, during the fight, he feels as if is real. Surely that should sharpen one's
reactions. The more frequently that particular reaction is sharpenedтАФthe terror and coping with itтАФthe
easier it should get for you, or so it seems, from what I know of human habituation training. Am I
wrong?"

"Not in the concrete sense," Gabriel muttered. "I just don't like to have to do the laundry after every
session."

"You do the laundry after every session anyway," Enda said, wandering out of the pilot's cabin and back
toward the little living area, "whether we work out in limbic mode or not. Sweat, you keep telling me, is
something no marine can ever put up with."

"The problem's not the sweat," Gabriel said, more or less under his breath. Then he laughed and pried
himself out of his seat.

Even though he had been using the fighting field every day for six months now, it still sometimes came as
a shock to Gabriel how cramped the cockpit felt by comparison when he came out. The beauty of the
Insight "JustWadeln" weapons management system was to make you feel as if you were the
shipтАФmoving freely in space with your weapons available to you in the form you liked best.

At any rate, Gabriel was becoming more expert with Sunshine's gunnery software all the time. He