I have been stuck in a whitewashed fluorescent-lit room staring at monitor screens and wall-sized maps. Yes, it's that insane thing they call "wargaming", which essentially is what happens when the Army wants to play Command and Conquer. It goes all out. You plan on the wall-sized map. You stuff the input into the computer. You watch the simulation run.
Problem is, our superiors shortchanged us of 2 hours of planning. We ended up doing 4 hours worth of work in 1 hour. I zonked out immediately after that.
To make my situation even worse, I've got an examination on thursday. The Army intends to gauge my vocational knowledge. (Yes, they DO have written exams in the military.) So its been 26 hours of wading through Army doctrine and staring at indecipherable maps and sleeping at ungodly hours. I honestly lost track of time back there. When all the light you've got is artificial and dirtywhite, you go into hyperalert/hypertired modes.
But least Jovian was there for the first night, but because I had to hit the books, he sorta wandered around aimlessly amongst the tangle of cables and tables. And the beer after last night's dinner was a totally bad idea. I couldn't study after that.
Today, I managed to sneak out of the wargame centre and borrow William Gibson's Idoru. Occasionaly glancing at the haugty model's face on the book's softcover perked me up a bit. Am going to resolve to finish reading this before the date due.
Of late I've been really into fiction of the cyberpunk variety, set in dystopic technofutures with girls that run around naked with blazing guns. (OK, that's only in G.I.T.S.) I've got this really farout idea for a story set in the Singapore of 30XX, but the concept didn't sell so well with my family. But I think it'll work. If I can figure out the loveconsipracy philisophy. Heh.
OK. tonight I return to the room of wargames. Yes, war's just a game men play to keep themselves alive. Just ask any soldier.