Refuge 117 servicing room.
Holding a cup of hot water to warm herself, the woman who finally found out the status quo calmed down and looked at the two guards sitting behind the long table.
"May I meet your manager?"
The two guards looked at each other.
One of them, slightly older, looked carefully at her and said.
"We will report this to the administrator... Please explain your identity. Are you a resident here?"
"Heya, doctor of bioengineering, from 190AD... you should not be a refugee."
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