How do you stage a mutiny when you‘re only awake a few days in a century, when your tiny handful of co-conspirators get reshuffled every time they‘re called on deck? How do you plot against an enemy that never sleeps, that has all those empty ages to grind its brute-force way down every avenue, stumble across every careless clue you might have left behind?
What a great concept! I enjoyed every second of this hard-sci fi novella.