and the guys come down on you like they hate you.â
Michael shrugged. âWith friends like that . . .â
âSo . . . whatâd you do?â
Michael got more tissue and started drying his eyes. âNothing.â He studied Julianâs face. âIâve heard you . . . at night.â
Julian nodded. He lowered himself onto the bed. He said, âProbably every night.â
âI didnât come rushing in to catch you slobbering all over yourself.â
âWhy not?â He smiled.
Michael dropped the crumpled tissue to the floor. He pushed himself up and leaned his back against the wall. âSo you got problems,â Michael said. âItâs none of my business how you handle them.â When Julian didnât say anything, he continued. âI mean, youâre like a little kidâand youâre here .â He said the word the way he would have said in hell . âYouâre Brendan Pageâs sonâand youâre here . I heard about your brother and what happened.â
Julian said, âThen you know why Iâm here. And I cry at night because Iâm here. Whatâs your story?â
âNo story, just . . . life .â Michael closed his eyes, tried to take in a breath without his chest hitching, but found it impossible. He clamped his teeth together, willing himself to get control. He felt a fresh tear break free and slide over his cheek. He brushed at it as though it burned. Eyes closed, he waited. Maybe the kid would take a hint and leave. When he didnât, Michael said, âWhy donât you just go?â
Julian said, âYou just got back from a mission. Did something happen?â
As much as Michael thought it wasnât possible, his chest grew even tighter. He opened his eyes. Those clouds again, making Julianâs image shift. He reached out and touched Julianâs arm. âWhat . . .â Michael cleared his throat. âWhat colorâs your hair?â
Julianâs brow furrowed. âDark brown.â
âYour eyes?â
âGreen-blue.â
Michael relaxed. âI guess youâre . . .â
âIâm what?â
âItâs only that, I donât know whatâs real anymore. I saw things the other day, things that werenât there.â
âLike what?â
âA guy . . . a guy reaching for a gun. Wasnât even a guy, a man.â
âAn avatar, then,â Julian said. âOutis uses actors and avatars. You know that.â
âIt wasnât an avatar or an actor.â
âWhat then?â
âA child,â Michael snapped. âI think a little boy. I shot him.â
âLike, during a simulation or war game?â
Michael shook his head. âI thought it was a war game, a tactical training mission. I think I thought it was. I donât know anymore. Sometimes they say, âOkay, hereâs the operation, and this time itâs for real, so heads up.â But theyâve done that so many times, then showed us we were engaging actors in a simulacrum. We never know whatâs real, whatâs not. I knew the VR environment in the helmets added things to reality. But it does more than that. It changes reality.â
Julianâs eyes wandered away. âIf thatâs true . . .â
âIf thatâs true, we canât know whatâs real and what isnât. They can make you see an EC, some guy coming at you with a knife. So you shoot him and it turns out to be your mother.â
The boy said, âI donât think they can do that.â
âI saw a man. I fought with him. Turned out to be a teenager, about your age.â
âHow do you know?â
âI took off my helmet. I saw with my own eyes.â
âAnd the little boy?â
Michael stared into Julianâs eyes a long time. âHe was real. They made
me kill a kid, a real kid. Why would they do that?â
Julian lowered his
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