I awaken in a room not too different from my own. There is a bed. There is a desk and chair. There is a window, through which I can see nothing but rain clouds. Someone knocks on the door.

A woman in a white coat, the same one as yesterday, comes in.

"Good morning, Robin," she says.

"What happened?" I ask. I know that I probably sound like a Primary student, but I am scared. I am scared for the manager. I am scared for my mother and father. I am scared for the rebels, for Jacob and Michael and the others. I am scared, too, for myself.

"There was a break-in at the University. A group of rebellious cybs were trying to protest their jobs." The woman, who I now realize is a hospital worker, hangs her head, as if ashamed for the works of our workers.

"What happened to the manager?" I sit straight up in bed.

"Mr. Harrison-" The woman's eyes blink rapidly. "He- he was operated upon. He was successfully turned cyborg."

"Is he all right?"

"Yes, relatively."

"Am I all right?"

"Quite."

My eyes fall upon a meal-carton on the desk.

"How is there food here?"

"There has been a- a struggle to find workers."

"How so?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Two-thirds of our food preppers rebelled. We had to employ citizens."

"This food was produced by non-cybs?" I am shocked. No citizen works in a cyb-issue labor job.

"Not- not exactly."