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as expected, but we were in touch with each other. Keeping us
connected was the job of three semisentient aquatic drones, and
not my worry. Connected, we had the bandwidth we needed to live
together in Dream World, a sort of virtual reality.

Since all of our tanks had the diamond semiconductor upgrade,
they could keep us in Dream World at thirty times normal speed.
To us, the week had seemed like almost six standard months.
Having one's lifespan effectively expanded by a factor of thirty was
one of the fringe benefits of the job.

A dozen of my people had been raw recruits when we started, and
this gave them the time they needed to get through basic training,
and then to see a good deal of simulated combat.

Of course, they weren't told that it was simulated. Dream World
was convincing enough to make them think that they were really
fighting, and that their friends were dying around them. It was rough
on them psychologically, but it let us turn out seasoned troops
without having to kill any of them.

After all, they did it to me, and I turned out okay.

I spent most of my time at the University of Oxbridge, working on
my B.S. in Agriculture. I already had a Bachelors degree in
engineering and a Ph.D. in Military Science, but I also had a major
tract of land on New Yugoslavia, and when this war was over, I
wanted to be able to manage it properly.

My wife, Kasia, was in her own tank, a hundred meters to my left.
She was studying economics, and fuming about not being able to
keep in touch with what her stocks were doing on the market. She'd
made a fortune at it during our last leave.

One of my subordinate squad leaders, Mirko, spent his spare time
in Dream World, working his small farm with two draft horses, the
same thing he had just done in the flesh during his last leave. An
odd fellow, but a good man to have on your side when things got
complicated. He had a knack for asking the right simple question
which then made everything else fall into place.

The other squad leader, Lloyd Tomlinson, was also attending the
university, working on his law degree, and dating half the girls in the
local town.

Maria and Conan seemed to be spending most of their spare time
in the sack together. They said that they were too much in love to
risk spoiling it by getting married.

Quincy and Zuzanna had been comfortably married for fifty years.