"Madam... Madam?"
Hmm?
Amina withdrew her gaze from the calendar clock on the wall and looked toward the conference table ahead.
She could no longer remember how many times she had been here.
This meeting room had transformed from its previous cramped, rudimentary, metal wasteland style into its current state, a style Amina couldn't quite describe.
The overall color had turned silvery-gray. Two large floor-to-ceiling windows displayed the rapidly advancing materials technology of Earth's humanity, and the corners and edges had become very smooth, with 'weightlessness emergency handrails' decorated like works of art.
Outside the window, two battleships quietly departed, spewing tail flames.
Amina gathered her thoughts and looked at the few unfamiliar faces that had newly appeared at the conference table.
These were several middle-aged men and women dressed in Expeditionary Army uniforms.
