Chapter Thirty-One
January 24, 2230, Germany, Fort Schwarzwälder, Brig Sector Bravo
Ilse stared at the smooth metal wall. She wondered if the lack of detail was part of the punishment, but being imprisoned wasn’t as annoying as she would have thought.
They allowed her to read, and they brought her meals that were mostly palatable. If they were less foolish, they would have brought data for her to analyze. In the current setting, she didn’t have many distractions and probably could make theoretical advancements.
She could imagine the usefulness of imprisoning many scholars.
Those dedicated to knowledge might not mind.
Despite the ease with which time slipped away in her cell, the soldiers guarding her were more than happy to confirm the date and time. They were pleasant young men who
