Twenty-Four
Montague’s optional Tritium training had included a short video on Tritium construction, intended to reassure new staff that the facility architects had considered every aspect of safety. It hadn’t been intended for steal pressure suits and sneak out into the impenetrable maze of robot-dug tunnels, but once you release information into the multiverse you can’t control how miscreants use it.
Everything around us was squared-off smooth red brick, solidly mortared, stretching off further than the helmet lamp could penetrate. Heavy arches of brick and regularly placed slender columns supported the ceiling.
I had expected to see brick-laying robots, or mortar mixers, or even a heap of shovels and picks. Perhaps a few chairs for resting before going inside. Instead, the space was
