[ He spreads his hands, wiggling calloused fingers better suited to lockpicks and assault rifles than the slick-smooth contact pad of the tablet, the gesture flicks out a little recording of the Happiness Officer in all her cheerful Glory, reciting a memo that York mimics in a perfect deadpan. ]
Happiness is mandatory.
[ Another flick and that recording sputters and dies. ]
They're trying to work out the bugs in the rewriting of the Immune. We're the only ones that it doesn't work for all the time. Something about the port systems not being completely integrated in our nervous system since we didn't grow up with them. My best guess is they're trying to avoid violence. We're in a sealed environment. As much as they don't give a shit about District 4, they need those bodies.
no subject
Happiness is mandatory.
[ Another flick and that recording sputters and dies. ]
They're trying to work out the bugs in the rewriting of the Immune. We're the only ones that it doesn't work for all the time. Something about the port systems not being completely integrated in our nervous system since we didn't grow up with them. My best guess is they're trying to avoid violence. We're in a sealed environment. As much as they don't give a shit about District 4, they need those bodies.