"How against the Stuff can they really be?" Saturday snorts. "The Stuff is why they're in charge of this joint. Without it, who needs Jorgmund? They have an incentive to manage it, sure, but a bigger one to figure out how to control it."

She broods on this for a moment. "Why not use us as petri dishes? They don't really think of us as fully real people, I'm pretty sure. I'm not sure they think of themselves as real people... this whole world is so. I dunno. Broken. Like I come from a place with some real fucking problems but at least our material reality is in one piece."