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The Malthus II had an impressive meal and rec hall, a spinning hollow globe in the centre of the hab-cluster generating two-thirds earth standard gravity. Jack, Mina and Lucy sat eating breakfast next to a cascading water fountain, the droplets falling in gentle arcs through a multi-coloured light array. Jack scowled as I sat down to join them, ignoring my good-natured greeting. Mina avoided eye-contact and kept on eating her cereal. Lucy just grinned around a mouthful of bacon and eggs.
“Enough food in the stores to last us a decade or more,” she commented, cheek bulging. “No dehydrated crap either. Looks like Fed Sec knows how to feed its people.”
“The price of freedom is lousy cuisine,” I replied before turning to Mina. “You’ll find all the target info uploaded to the analyst stati
