Daniscar Zenov has been a soldier longer than he was not. With the War over at last, all he wants to do is go home and marry the girl he loves. But in the war-torn future that is his reality, nothing is ever that simple...
The machine sat on the scarred oak counter...a tiny monitor with a battered keyboard. It looked so innocent, its cursor blinking steadily, a little green pulse tallying electronic heartbeats. A single word of text glowed on the screen invitingly. "Engage...?"
Daniscar Zenov jerked upright with a gasp, staring into the darkness.
Just another dream... He buried his face in his hands. Dear God...no more dreams. Please...no more dreams.