Del: You’ll be housed in one of our grounded cells. No networked devices, no wireless coverage — almost no tech at all, except the lights.
Leif (thinking): No contact with anyone, no outside stimulation . . . solitary confinement? Thorn said that was against the Alliance’s laws . . .
Del: Food is manually delivered, twice a day.
Leif (thinking): But it’s no more than I deserve.
Del: You can also make limited requests for analog resources such as books…
Leif (thinking): Not after I gained Thorn’s trust and used it to spy on him . . .
Leif: Wait — did you say books?
Del: Of course. Print reading materials, physical audio-storage media, and other non-technological forms of mental stimulation. We have no interest in torturing you, darling. Only in keeping you from transmitting any little secrets back to your own planet.
Leif: And on the mattress — that must be non-technological warm blankets?
Del: Oh, my, no. That’s your non-technological cellmate.