There’s not much time to contemplate the mysterious and terrifying SIM appearance of Mateo. After a brief visit to the medical wing for a scolding by Nurse Esperanza, I skip dinner and make my annual pilgrimage to the non denominational chapel Prothero erected on the Fort Columbia base. It was constructed within the last five years and the walls and floors retain a fresh chemical smell I associate with military installations.
An ordained priest leads services here twice a week, Wednesda. . .
There’s not much time to contemplate the mysterious and terrifying SIM appearance of Mateo. After a brief visit to the medical wing for a scolding by Nurse Esperanza, I skip dinner and make my annual pilgrimage to the non denominational chapel Prothero erected on the Fort Columbia base. It was constructed within the last five years and the walls and floors retain a fresh chemical smell I associate with military installations.
An ordained priest leads services here twice a week, Wednesda. . .
On Tuesdays we run drone combat SIMS from behind the front lines.
My squad mate Rabbit Santiago and I are nestled securely inside a virtual tank, plopped down just outside of a bombed-out desert city. Our objective here is to provide air support by scouting ahead of the troops. The manufactured rubble strewn in front of us reminds me of the Afghanistan landscape and the rusted, broken signs are all scripted in Arabic. The SIM controllers make a habit of never disclosing whether simulatio. . .
On Tuesdays we run drone combat SIMS from behind the front lines.
My squad mate Rabbit Santiago and I are nestled securely inside a virtual tank, plopped down just outside of a bombed-out desert city. Our objective here is to provide air support by scouting ahead of the troops. The manufactured rubble strewn in front of us reminds me of the Afghanistan landscape and the rusted, broken signs are all scripted in Arabic. The SIM controllers make a habit of never disclosing whether simulatio. . .
