All Chapters of The Boy who Circled Time: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

"You're fine Gretel. You're fine Gretel," Green_One chanted into the other woman's ears, keeping an a hand wrapped around her free arm as gently as he could manage while keeping her restrained to prevent her from receiving a serious infraction from harming one of the guards.Her physical safety, to ensure that she wasn't a hazard to herself and others, had to be Green_One's utmost and number one priority. It would do her absolutely no favours if she attacked a guard and was then punished again for it, especially as the initial blow that she was planning to give him came from what she perceived was self defence and something that she absolutely needed to do to bring herself back into the real world again, returning from the labyrinth of painful memories that had trapped her within herself.Green_One had been aware of external stimuli being enough to shock somebody out of a state of catatonia, but he had also developed the sense to not outright perform it in

The library had been a part that had stuck out to Green_One, the very name of the place maybe even betraying the existence of physical books, a novelty that he had hardly seen out of the university that he had attended, considering the material shortages that had hit their particular sector of the city hard, forbidding households from even committing certain purchases and keeping books and other materials of the like strictly within the bounds of libraries and other kinds of 'high privilege institutions'.Not that many people around Green_One, or even himself for that matter, could even afford the cost of any kinds of books that didn't come as free with other things.Each and every kind of instruction manual that he had the pleasure of trying to decipher seemed to come in engraved on the sides of the pieces of whatever furniture or appliance that Green_One was trying to either assemble or use, something extremely helpful for businesses trying to keep their costs down,

Sitting there and just completing the work that she was given was the best way for Gretel to help herself.It was a mindless thing to do, tracing over words and lines of the old documents and sheets in front of her with a nice and sharp pencil.Sharp pencils were honestly amazing things, their points delicate and so prone to easily snapping under the slightest duress of stress and anger, their dark, dark grey bodies encased inside the replaceable and so easy reused tubes easy enough to snap into two, if not for the metal that kept them safe within.The long and seemingly never ending lines of the burn marks and singed edges of the sheets were easy enough to follow, forming a map of memories and clues for Gretel to read off from to tell her how the fire had spread from where it had latched onto the original paper.It had first come into contact on the right side, marked out by emptiness and distinctive lack of substance on that side of the sheet, spreading

There was no conceivable way for anyone in this place to leave the facility, let alone leave the compound outside and make their way across the mountains that lay ahead with only the clothes on their back and sheer determination. It simply was no possible at all.As far as Gretel was concerned, the security guards that kept an eye on them were already enough of a risk and a danger to the whole operation, their presence an always ever present and ever looming threat, keeping watch on the activities and behaviours of each and every person in the room at all times, not to mention the fact that they were always listening too.There were probably other hidden cameras and microphones listening in on all of them as well, depriving them from even the dream of privacy, let alone the notion of it, and considering the complete lack of mention of the magic word, it was obvious that if the Empire was even going to bother bringing it up, it would be an uncomfortable thi

The guards were an obstacle in their own right and there was no telling what other security measures that were in place to keep all the others from Gryaz in these prison cells.There was no beating around the bush here and being coy.They were all cattle in their pens, sold into this life by their owners and all those above them who considered themselves just and fit to make decisions about the rest of the populace due to a sense of entitlement and enough money to afford the ridiculously long and expensive university courses on politics.Gretel was sure that most who worked in local government hadn't so much even cracked open a politics course book, let alone attended any of the pricy lectures and seminars with expensive speakers whose entire jobs it was to simply tour around the nation to give talks that hardly anybody could afford and would be willing to pay for, the bastard always claiming loudly and boldly on his advertisements that his minds was as shard as

The library that Green_One had visited actually resembled what he had thought of when he had imagined it in his mind: a small and dingy room filled with shelves of tangible, physical books that functioned more as decoration and bragging rights rather than being informative.As soon as he had entered with a guard showing the route there, he had immediately reached out to the nearest title and had plucked it from the shelf, not at all bothering to read the name of the next, nor anything else about it. The first pages that he settled on, near the back of the book, remained blank for a split second, immediately giving the game away.The book that he held in his hands was not a text with printed words on it that remained permanent and unchanging, but it was a hybrid text.A physical electronic device that would simply put out letters and words on a page where they were represented in a scanned text, with device having only enough carbon nanobots to fill

Belinda shook and shivered as she followed the guard that led her through another new set of corridors. The person in front of her wore a grey suit that did nothing to hide the muscles and figure of the terrifyingly strong woman underneath the superficial clothes.She had heard at least one other person call out that they were going to the library, ensuring that she was not quite completely alone if she went there and found something nice to read and relax.If she went to the common room, then socialising would be something completely inevitable and she wasn't ready to try and speak to all the others who had seen her have that breakdown and then cry over and over again into Blue_Four's arms and chest, after crying to Green_One's arms and chest.That had been absolutely and completely pathetic of her, and she knew that she was never going to live that humiliation down.As soon as she would enter the room, everyone would try and keep away from

Green_One soon realised that he had made a mistake when he heard the doors behind him open once more.He hesitated to turn around and potentially see another guard behind him.As far as he was concerned, no crimes had been committed by him yet, and there was no reasonable offence that could be used to form a basis of arrest. He was simply sat there, reading a book of fairy tales completely and totally innocuously, with another guard stood there surveilling him, looking over his shoulder at all times as he sat there on the floor with some innocent reading material that didn't particularly violate anyone's sense of political policy or thought.There was always a case made when it came to what children were supposed to be exposed to, and, not once, were fairy tales ever brought up as something explicitly evil and made to be burned and done away with. Even if 'The Stories of Robin Hood' held a much more disputed position, accused of spreadi

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"I'm fairly certain that 'The Princess and the Pea' is Danish. Not German," Green_One sheepishly blurted out, keeping a smile on his face and a bright grin beaming out, attempting to make Belinda slightly more comfortable with him and keep her from becoming anymore embarrassed.He knew that, even before he had opened his mouth to speak, that he was going to fail, and he was helpless to watch her darken another shade of crimson, her face almost glowing and emitting its own light with how red that it had become.Relaxing his face, he could only imagine how humiliated she was feeling.At least now he could see at least some slight progress with the state of her mind.She was a mess, undoubtedly, not unlike Green_One's younger brother, but at least now, the focus of her feelings and emotions was not shifted directly on him.She had been sitting at a slight angle away from him, her body inherently not facing him due to the awkward angle that her neck wo