Easier to control you if you're not completely miserable 24/7. It may just be a veneer of civility but if they go with the full whips and chains option you'll be more likely to risk getting shocked to death to try to escape.
And finding people like you, with powers and all that, all unconscious and easy to capture? They lucked out that a big Stuff storm swept you in. Ones that big don't happen often and while it's known that people get swept in from other worlds, it's usually a trickle. One person here and there and not all of them are powerful.
You're an asset. An expendable one, but they don't want to want to lose any of you unless the have to.
[As for mention of the rig in the past, his nostrils flare.]
It used to be...hope. Every leftover government, every surviving town, every business that owned heavy equipment, heaps of refugees looking for purpose...
Everyone sent every scrap, every extra bit of supplies, every piece of large machinery, joined in to help work the rig...
Jorgmund hadn't consolidated yet. The rig wasn't owned by anyone. The pencilnecks were helping run the rig but only because they were good at organizing, ordering supplies, running numbers. There used to be a different captain - a good captain, responsible, salt of the earth bloke.
He got let go when Jorgmund became Jorgmund and took over. And then things started to change. Got real corporate. Got real cold-hearted. It started off humanity's rig. Then it became Jorgmund's.
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And finding people like you, with powers and all that, all unconscious and easy to capture? They lucked out that a big Stuff storm swept you in. Ones that big don't happen often and while it's known that people get swept in from other worlds, it's usually a trickle. One person here and there and not all of them are powerful.
You're an asset. An expendable one, but they don't want to want to lose any of you unless the have to.
[As for mention of the rig in the past, his nostrils flare.]
It used to be...hope. Every leftover government, every surviving town, every business that owned heavy equipment, heaps of refugees looking for purpose...
Everyone sent every scrap, every extra bit of supplies, every piece of large machinery, joined in to help work the rig...
Jorgmund hadn't consolidated yet. The rig wasn't owned by anyone. The pencilnecks were helping run the rig but only because they were good at organizing, ordering supplies, running numbers. There used to be a different captain - a good captain, responsible, salt of the earth bloke.
He got let go when Jorgmund became Jorgmund and took over. And then things started to change. Got real corporate. Got real cold-hearted. It started off humanity's rig. Then it became Jorgmund's.