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He wasn't inside it, of course. No one was. The PC-MAV was a remotely piloted air vehicle —RPAV. But the military had spent billions on the neural immersion pod, and right now, Mav’s brain was the aircraft. He felt the wind shear off its wings. He smelled the ozone from its ionic thrusters. When the left engine coughed a microsecond off rhythm, his own left shoulder twinged.

He was no fraud. He was the PC-MAV. And the sky belonged to whoever flew it best. pc mav

The PC-MAV hovered in the frozen air, steam rising from its cooling vents. Mav’s heart pounded in his chest—but back in the pod, four time zones away, his body hadn’t moved a muscle. He wasn't inside it, of course

“Good kill, Mav,” Hollis said. “Bring it home.” But the military had spent billions on the

“I see them,” Mav said.

Three black specks against the pale Arctic blue. Fast. Angry. Russian fighters running a silent intercept.