You sit down in the small, sterile room Varnett grudgingly allows for your “rest” period. The air is cooler here, a brief reprieve from the constant hum of machinery that usually fills your body with tension. You glance over at the other Reclaimed Assets—some silently staring at the walls, others mechanically engaging in the limited recreation allowed (A few T. It’s strange, isn’t it? How they still carry the weight of who they were, even with their bodies transformed beyond recognition. You take a deep breath, knowing this moment of freedom is brief, but it's all you get—so you watch.