October 17, 2230, Gliese 581, New Samarkand, Sogdia, Aboard the Argo
October 17, 2230, Gliese 581, New Samarkand, Sogdia, Aboard the ArgoArgoJia moved her finger over the trigger of her simulated rifle, narrowing her eyes and pondering the apparent distance between her and the spinning orange spherical target in the distance. She stood in an open grassy field, with wispy clouds floating overhead. The occasional bird glided by. It didn’t quite smell right—nano-AR never did—but it looked and sounded right.
Questionable scents weren’t what was bothering her. The training scenario was focused on long-range shots, but it accomplished that via size tricks rather than anything approaching true spacing. She always worried that the simulation technique was subtly and incorrectly training her brai
