“Her vitals were on a holographic display, and he could see that her heart was still beating. She was still breathing. “Katerina,” he said. Rarely did he use her full name, but he used it now. “I think we’re in trouble.” Someone’s hand touched his shoulder. Kris wasn’t stupid. The men who had let him out weren’t doctors, and the room they were in looked like it went through a holocaust. “What year is it?” he asked. The men shared a look before answering. “2510.” They.”
