And what was the trigger?
The launch of the galactic hypernet. After it went live, the time spent by an average user in virtuality increased by a third. The release of a number of new-generation games specifically tailored to the VIRT-N technology was timed to coincide with the launch of the unified network. This proved to be sufficient.
What happened next?
Mankind split in two. There were fewer rebels, or rather sick people, but they were much more motivated and had absolutely no fear of death, although they did not seek it quite expected behavior for someone who thinks he is in a game or a training battle where it is a shame to die, but death is not real.
Who was winning the war when the rebel cruiser attacked the Moonbase?
There is no information. The colonies stopped communicating and disappeared from the hypernet one by one. A wave of rebellion swept even the outlying independent planets. Metropolis went silent a week before the Moonbase was hit. I have no more recent data.
After all, we killed ourselves There was no outside factor. It was the same as with everyone else before us, only we lasted a little longer.
It is premature to speak of the complete death of civilization. Some part of the population may have survived, but my prediction algorithms allow me to say that with a 98 percent probability the Sixth Republic has ceased to exist as a single interstellar state. The war led to the mass death of qualified specialists and the destruction of the most important scientific, technological and educational centers. In the coming decades, those who have survived will be in for a technological setback of two or three hundred years, with possible further regression.
* * *
Henning von Tresckow hated the Nazis in general and Hitler in particular, but this did not prevent him from serving honestly in the Wehrmacht. At the age of sixteen, Henning volunteered for the army and fought on the fronts of World War I. He finished the war as a lieutenant and Knight of the Iron Cross.
In 1936 von Tresckow graduated from the Military Academy and was assigned to the Operations Directorate of the General Staff. For the Polish campaign he received the Iron Cross First Class, went through France and participated in Operation Barbarossa.
He categorically did not welcome the two-front war, nor did he welcome the repression of Jews and Communists in Germany and the occupied countries. His superiors appreciated von Tresckow, but were openly wary of his anti-Nazi views, so he was not at all surprised by the summons to his immediate superior, nor by the first words of General Gersdorf:
Colonel, be careful what you say. You are a competent officer, but you have to take modern realities into account. The shootings of Jews and Communists are protested by many here, but few risk expressing their indignation so openly.
Understand, Herr General, von Tresckow stubbornly refused to admit his mistake, Germany will finally lose its honor, and this will be felt for hundreds of years. The blame for this will not be placed on Hitler alone, but on you and me, on our wives and children.[1]
Don't speak so loud, Colonel, Gersdorff grimaced. You're putting me in a terrible position. I couldn't agree more with what you said, but your behavior draws completely unnecessary attention. Let's stop this conversation immediately. I hope it's not too late. I called you here for a reason. A certain Colonel Richtengden from the Abwehr wants to see you.
And what does counterintelligence need from a humble staff officer? von Tresckow grinned wryly, but the General saw concern in his eyes.
I hope it has nothing to do with your intemperate words, Colonel, Gersdorf looked away. Officially, Richtengden said he wanted to talk to you about the actions of some Russian during the fighting for the Dnieper last September.
Von Tresckow nodded, showing that he had heard the answer. The occasion was strange, and hardly the real reason for the visit to the front by a high-ranking Abwehr officer. The Colonel was well aware of this, as was his immediate superior.
Colonel Richtengden had not arrived alone. Beside him in the room where Treskov was invited, an officer vaguely familiar to Henning with the rank of major was present. Tresckow had definitely seen him somewhere before, and for some reason it seemed to him that this man can not be here.
Don't you recognize me, Herr Oberst? the Major smiled. I saw you at von Kleist's headquarters near Kremenchuk during the forcing of the Dnieper. Does that ring any bells?
Erich von Schliemann! Tresckow could not believe his eyes. Now he remembered where he knew the face from. But you were captured! You were captured by those Russian saboteurs who caused so much trouble to the First Panzer Group.
You have a good memory, Schliemann nodded, You and I barely spoke at the time, but you remembered everything you needed to know. I can feel the grip of a real staff officer.
But how
With your permission, I will omit the details, Herr Oberst, Schliemann's smile disappeared from his face. Let me just say that I have indeed been in captivity, and I did not like what I saw there. But we are not here to discuss my memories.
I understand that, nodded Tresckow.
We are aware of your views, Colonel, said Richtengden, who had been quiet until then, You don't hide them much.
So that's the real reason for your visit after all, Tresckow grinned mirthlessly, But why the Abwehr? I thought the Gestapo was in charge of such matters.
Well, in this matter, the secret police really should have acted more carefully, Richtengden glanced pointedly at Tresckow, In your case, they clearly underperformed.
What do you mean by that? An unpleasant chill ran down Henning's spine.
First of all, your contacts with secret opposition groups aiming to remove Hitler from power, Schliemann shrugged. After all, surnames like Gördeler and Stauffenberg should tell you a lot.
I don't understand you
You understand everything perfectly well, Colonel, Tresckow was interrupted by Richtengden sharply, but without any threat in his voice. I could name a dozen more names. However, why shake the air? You'd better check out a couple of curious documents.
At Richtengden's nod, Major Schliemann held out a thin folder to Tresckow. Henning carefully read two sheets of typewritten text and looked up at the Abwehr officers.
Am I under arrest?
As you quite rightly pointed out, Colonel, we are not from the Gestapo, so you can forget about the arrest, answered Richtengden dryly, But from now on I would advise you to be more careful with your words. Now we're going to ask you some questions about the Russian marksman, you witnessed the hunt for him in September, and I would be very grateful if, for anyone who asks you what the Abwehr wanted from you, you would confine yourself to that part of our conversation.
And here's the other thing. In a few days you will be transferred to Berlin, to the headquarters of the tank army being formed, with General Rommel in command. We recommended you to Colonel General Halder as a very promising staff officer, and he hopes that your appearance in the capital will benefit the common cause of our victory over the enemies of the Reich. Am I making myself clear enough?
More than enough, Herr Oberst, von Tresckow nodded, feeling that the extreme nervous tension was beginning to release him, gradually being replaced by entirely different feelings.
Chapter 2
The blockade of Leningrad could not be completely lifted. Despite a very brisk start to the operation, the Volkhov Front troops were able to achieve only partial success. Colonel General Küchler, spurred on by threats of reprisals from Berlin, was able to regroup his divisions and force them to consolidate their position southwest of the Mga River.