Besides the lack of freedom, life isn't so bad now.
Preton lay on the bed with his legs crossed, gazing at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, feeling a bit sentimental.
A peaceful life indeed dulls the spirit; he had unknowingly become accustomed to life here. Though boring and monotonous, it also provided a sense of security he had never experienced before.
At first, he was very averse to those soldiers outside. He felt these people were the obstacle to his freedom, but now he wished there were more of them so he wouldn't worry about someone putting a gun to the back of his head while he slept.
As he was watching the Federation's TV programs and giggling foolishly, the door opened.
"You should learn to knock!" Preton, wearing just a bathrobe over shorts, showed no awareness of being a "prisoner." He seemed more like... he was on vacation.
When he turned his head, he saw that the person who came was not from the Security Committee, but Truman.
