Oh, the wastes! The magnificent wastes! When I was a lad I knew a man who visited the wastes and brought back such beautiful things! Real salt from the dry riverbeds, pieces of rubber that would burn for hours and give us such marvellous dreams! One day I’ll earn enough to take you to the wastes myself, young one. One day.
Now perhaps. But in 20 years?
Rich people will own all the nurses and everyone else will be left to fend for themselves in the wastes?
Bold to assume we’ll have access to the wastes.
Oh, the wastes! The magnificent wastes! When I was a lad I knew a man who visited the wastes and brought back such beautiful things! Real salt from the dry riverbeds, pieces of rubber that would burn for hours and give us such marvellous dreams! One day I’ll earn enough to take you to the wastes myself, young one. One day.
Oh for a wastes ticket. Just one more hour in the screaming lootbox mines and I might have one!