- Lasar Opie: Old days, I think they called that "despair". Right, Coordinator?
- Misch: She cross, too. That Deanie.
- Lasar Opie: You see? The danger force of these bad feelings? We seen fear and anger, worry and pain and so on... Soon, I think, one called "grief".
- Nat Mender: They watching my show now, see? See where their faces? Put 'em off food, put 'em off sex, all *phut*. Explosion.
- Deanie Webb: It works. Mini-bit less of 'em all the time.
- Nat Mender: Yeah, still two hundred of 'em to each of us in Output. Get their babies done at fifteen and then just sit till burnout. Most of 'em got no work to do, all autoed for 'em. Just sit. Dead by thirty-five.