All Chapters of The Boy who Circled Time: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Gretel took the sheet and ID card that she was given, and did not remember what had happened immediately afterwards.She remembered packing her bags with a smile on her face, her mother's face projected in front of her as she moved around, the contacts that she wore making her appear as if she were in the room with Gretel as she moved about her room, only needing to reach towards her clothes for them to be automatically marked out for her to pick up and be put in her bags, the computers of her contacts picking up on her hand gestures as she looked at them and storing the information away, letting all the notices be picked up and seen visibly in front of her, unable to be ignored, even when she closed her eyes.She didn't even need to take them out, no damage done to it and her eyes because of the film that coated it ensuring the tiny, layer of atoms thick air pockets between the contact and the squidgy surface of her eyes.Her mother moved around the room, the m

Gretel, as soon as she arrived at the commute station platform at her destination, at her new home indefinitely, she had been immediately flanked by a large group of burly men, dressed almost identically in the same shade of dark grey.At first, when she had been their clothing, she had thought that they were a group travelling next on the train and just so happened to be getting on at her particular door out of there.She didn't particularly know of any troupes that dressed in such a fashion, and had attempted to move out of their as quickly as she could.As she flattened herself back to stand on the temporary nanobot platforms between the train and the actual platform proper, she stared down at the material that made up their clothing.The quality of the fabric was immediately obvious and glaring, at least millitary grade, and high, high above the civillian grade of clothing that theoretically nobody could buy with any amount of money.The almost

Gretel woke up and found herself in a hospital bed, not unlike the ones that she had previously worked in.It was a dark and dingy place, all the beds of the room pressed together as closely as possible with bags of fluid, empty or not, hanging from the walls above patient's beds, indicating the room was one of the more long term storage spaces, most likely to put people aside to be forgotten while the main team was busy with other priorities.There weren't any windows and the one source of light, coming through the window of the singular door to the place, was a sickly yellow that flickered more than Gretel would like and expect of a place supposed to treat the sick.Gryaz and Sýnnefa weren't at war, yet.Places like these shouldn't be operating at all, outside of simulations meant to train up those going into the millitary, but she was at least somewhat sure that she was in any sort of simulation at the moment.As much as computers had adv

"Mum, what's the most important thing in the world?" Gretel had once asked her mother, playing outside on the busy street during the one and only time that she had ever remembered it snowing.She had spent the day running around, making snow angels on the pavement with some of the other teenage girls humouring her as they skipped from snow angel to snow angel, never disrupting their shapes as they made their way down the street and off to school.Her mother, who seemed to be at home suddenly for no apparent reason nowadays, had simply flashed Gretel a smile."You're the most important thing in the world to me," she called out from her perch on their doorstep, wrapped up in a hat, scarf, gloves, coat, and blanket, not at all like Gretel who only really needed a coat, her face and hands warming up far too quickly if she had been forced to wear a hat and gloves."No, not that mum! I mean, in the world, what's the most important thing that I need to get?" she

The first days of her time at the North Western Sýnnefa Military Research Facility were quiet, tense, and empty, and no more greyer than her life had already been back in Gryaz.Guards constantly patrolled each and every single member of the few, scant group that made up their research team, comprised of physicists, engineers, mathematicians, and all sorts of other people in that sort of field.Gretel felt as if she had been sticking out like a sore thumb, as she managed to barely stumbled through the most basic of equations, if the comments of all her other teammates were correct, her speciality being chemistry and the biochemical makeup of the human body, medicinal studies being a consequence of her education, considering where she was and the time that she lived in.She hated it here.She wanted to leave, but she knew that there was no possible way that she possibly could.Always flanked by at least two guards, without any keys or supplie

On the first day that Gretel had been at the North Western Sýnnefa Military Research Facility, she had been allowed the grand total of two minutes of resting in her bed, trying her hardest to acclimate to her surroundings as quickly as she possible could with the man in grey looming over her, before she had been yanked upwards by a harsh clamping hand on her elbow, jerking her out of bed, throwing her to the floor, before jerking her upwards into her dizzying stand.She felt sick, the world still spinning all around her, and she had almost immediately fallen back down again, if not for the heavy and strong arms that caught her, keeping her leaning on a firm chest, as her shoulders were held up."Oh, hey, hey. I've got you. I've got you," a voice called out from above her, and she took note of its kind tone and the warm hands that kept her from barely falling back down to the floor, probably face planting the grey surface below her and knocking herself out again,

After being led through several corridors while being held up, Gretel found that her legs were soon able to hold her body.She was able to remove the force of her weight from the man that she had been leaning on, little by little, until she was fully standing on her own.She still kept his grip on the man either way, just in case she ended up tripping and falling on her face the moment she let go.The men around in her, in their grey suits, looked already intimidating enough, nevermind whatever they were concealing under their clothing to use on her if she took a step out of line. She knew that they would not be forgiving if, due to her own clumsiness and the weakened state that they had forced her into, she fell and held up the line.She most likely would be yanked up and pushed forward to keep on moving without sympathy or the understanding that she simply would not be able to keep walking, just like what had happened before back when she h

The death of the man in front of Gretel had been harrowing.A simple, clean, silent shot echoed throughout the hall, the quiet deafening her.She fell to the floor, her legs no longer working, knees buckling underneath her, not at all softening her descent downwards onto the grey.Her clothing blended into the floor; the colour such an impersonal thing, hiding itself within the giant expanse of homogeny, somehow becoming the nothingness, while all the while, standing out in a stark contrast, rejecting what it truly was, all at the same time.They grey of her person acted as it if had the ability and the right to denounce that had just happened, while taking all the credit for it, gleaming brightly as if what had just occurred was honourable, or any sort of expression of victory.Gretel felt as if she were about to be sick, bile climbing up her throat, and threatening to explode out of her, along with all her rage and her hatred, a thousand screams

The spy did not seem to come across as if he had been cooperative before, hence needing all the extreme torture that he had borne the marks of.Only in his perceived and proper final moments, did he finally crack, suddenly finding within himself a fountain of knowledge and a wealth of information that seemed abundant enough to share about with his torturers.But they didn't listen.They didn't care of what the spy seemed to say to them, his words meaningless and useless, all the same to them, sliding off as if they were oil on water.But there was still no reason to ignore the spy that they had captured.It was most certainly true that when faced with torture and the fear of death, one was more likely to say just anything and everything to escape their fate, but it was also true that the human body displayed signs of lying and untruthfulness more prominently, and it would be easy enough to have a Distant Brain Scan Device running to detect whether

They all sat there for a while, doing nothing but seeking comfort from all the others around them, but even that was for a limitted, pre decided time period.Soon enough, they were all yanked up, hards gripping their shoulders, arms, and the backs of their necks, the people around Gretel hauled up as if they were misbehaving pets, rather than the grieving and terrified human beings that they truly were.She found herself helping the man who had been carrying her before, keeping one arm under his shoulders, barely reaching around to the other side of his body, as she half carried him, having his heavily lean on her, and her shoulders and upper back, as she dragged them both reluctantly to where they needed to go.Her knees buckled and shook as she tried her best to muster up the strength for both of them, not at all minding when another part of her grey shirt became soaked with even more tears.It was for the best. If he didn't get his feelings out here an