The controllers delivered Sotash, and he sat down in the chair opposite us. The controllers stood behind him in case he decided to use his last moments of life trying to damage either of us. He was tall, two and a half meters, and very clearly worked hard on his body. For a big man, he looked supple and fast, his light brown eyes were calculating, and his handsome face was struggling to be blank. He had been expecting PRA agents, not us.
“Welcome, Prisoner Sotash,” Lincoln started. “We are here to talk to you before your lawful sentence is executed. Just to clarify there is zero possibility that your sentence will be rescinded, you are headed for indefinite servitude as an IPS. The only question remaining is the conditions of your service. What I want is some information regarding the Har
