Getting trapped in Hellsborough is the best thing that ever happened to me, and I say that as someone with a degree, a PhD and, back in the off-world, a ton of debt to show for them. Nobody starves here: you're too important to The Nascenti for them to allow it, and you'd make too much of a mess for them to clean up. Your average jellyhead takes the deal without complaint, working for the nascenti in return for DPDC-issued bio-feed, a pub visit now and then and a pork roll for lunch a couple of days a week. None of them dare stick their heads above the parapet, and the joke is they don't need to, because there are plenty of ways to earn ¢hits for anyone who bothers to look. I thank Dunlockslyn I found those semagrams and made The Hinge so unstable I can't go back. I've no intention of apologising for that, either.





