Peka works. Digs chips out of Elves and labels their bags and cleans off gore and sends them for decontamination.

When it's been a month she has another call with her probation officer.

She is on time.

How's she doing, how's the baby, how's work?

"I'm okay and she's okay. We got overtime after the riot."

"My sister got caught in that. Did you know the people who died?"

"One of 'em was the babysitter so I have to find a new one I guess."

"I'm so sorry to hear that."

"Should we arrange for internal community services - grief counselors, therapists -"

"Uh... are those like social workers?"

"...in that they are all orange occupations on Amenta, I suppose."

"I think we're probably fine, they knew what they were getting into and stuff."

"All right. I'm glad you decided not to be involved in that."

"They don't pick people with little kids."

"Pick people?"

"To go have riots over robotics. It's all people without dependents."

"What happens if someone is, uh, picked for a riot and doesn't want to go? Are they threatened?"

"Why do you ask?"

"If people are being coerced into rioting then it's the obligation of our government to keep them safe."

"Is there anything you need from me this month?"

"Tell them to cut it out with the robots."

"Thank you for checking in, Peka."

She hangs up.