"It could be carelessness, sure," she says. "But I really don't think so. It's only stuff that could make us comfortable or happy that they're falling down on. Which to me says one thing: we're disposable. For whatever reason they feel like they gotta make a token effort, probably some legal shit, but end of the day, our job is to go out and die for Jogmundr, and since they can make us with these damn chains, they don't need to convince us. You follow?"

She sighs and runs a hand through her hair.

"That's the thing about corps. It doesn't need to be carefully planned. As long as costs stay down and quarterly goals get met, who cares what happens to the workers? Bet you right now that we're legally classified as equipment or something, because we came out of the Stuff so we're not real people."