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[engineers]

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[voidshift]

Mm. I'll keep it, then.

[he'd hesitated, until he was sure bixing didn't need him to put it out, but-- takes another drag, after that.]

Not uncommon for us, either-- the nobility hid it a little more, but plenty of us who were more lowborn smoked thistle more openly. I was used to it when I was small.

[engineers]

[ really, for lu bixing, in the past ten years of his life, it'd been more about the escape and the harm than it had been anything safe, but, he's not lying in that the familiarity is nice, so. he sighs a little, looking up at the stars above. ]

Mm. The Eighth was about the only place you could get things like that. There are no slums on Wolto. The idea's laughable.

[voidshift]

None at all-? But how?

[that gets him to glance back over-- smoke filters from his mouth as he speaks,before he exhales the rest.]

[engineers]

[ it comes with a soft laugh, though there's not a lot of humor to it. ]

Because poor people aren't allowed, on Wolto.

[voidshift]

...I see. Suppose just getting rid of people instead of doing anything about problems is one way to do it.

[but the face he makes says plenty about how he feels about that.]

[engineers]

That's what the Eighth Galaxy was, really. People who were poor, disabled, undesirable - our vaccuocerebrals, too. All of them ended up where I was born.

[ ... ]

But... the Union stopped seeing us as people, and we stopped seeing the Union as our government.

[ (profile skill) starting revolutions ] So.

[voidshift]

...deservedly, from the sounds of it. No sense in just suffering under the rule of people who don't even want to acknowledge you.

[engineers]

I thought so, too.

[ yeah buddy ]