“Well, you certainly didn’t mind going into the hiking simulator and breathing in all of that simulated mountain air.”
“Bales, we don’t even know if that was based on reality. It may have been merely someone’s fantasy.”
Bailey didn’t have a retort for that. It was true: what they thought was real had never been challenged.
General Pinnock had been listening to this chatter with obvious scorn. “You don’t know how good you had it in the communities. You never had to build anything, defend anything, solve anything. You could simply live – the largest contribution you made was tending the gardens, and that wasn’t much. And instead of appreciating it, you spent your time dreaming of what you didn’t have. What a colossal waste. You never had it so good – and believe me: those good times have come to a screeching halt. You might regret not staying back and taking your eternity pills.”
Colonus interjected. “Totally provided creature comforts bereft of the opportunity to work hard has robbed community members of a true sense of accomplishment. What did you leave them with? Few, if any, survival skills. A very limited understanding of mostly everything, from what I can see. They can read. Great. No wonder school only lasts a year for your children. When did you stop teaching math past basic arithmetic? Physics? Chemistry? And you obviously never taught geography or anything else at all, it would appear, except for completely biased version of High Command history.”
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