“The farm technology is current, only developed the last 15 years,” I explained, watching Lincoln closely. “Everything in that farm was current to the timeline. A bit out of date now but nothing antique and absolutely nothing Empire.”
Lincoln offered a got-you smile, arched an eyebrow, and leaned back in the chair. “Did you notice the floor as we navigated the predators?”
I recalled a faint and unmistakable mark on the floor, the ladder and sun of the Empire, Empress Ingea’s personal stamp used to indicate that construction had been completed by Imperial commission. Those marks weren’t wildly uncommon and could be found in the layers beneath the city, but not in that particular quarter. Another recollection: during the Empire era, that location had been beneath the sea, so it must have b
