"It's not really living," Sam said. "I mean, yes, biological functions are happening, along with all the rest of the science. And I don't mean to get philosophical about it, because I"m really, really not a philosopher. But is living under these conditions really living? Our choices are extremely limited. We're on the knife's edge all the time. Our Overlords mess with our minds, with our DNA. Are you really alive if you're a lab rat?"

It was a genuine question. Sam didn't have an answer. She really wasn't a philosopher. She was just tired. This place had worn her to the bone and she was pretty close to losing it.

Fortunately, there were more glasses to break before she accidentally hurt someone.

For now.

"Of course, I'm speaking from a unique perspective here. My world has some interesting scientific proof of a sort of life after death." She shrugged. It was better living than...this.