"Some of the guards... most of the medics..." Yind states. "Basically the worst of the worst... though I would get comfortable, after all this is where they want you to spend your entire life" Yind sighs, "honestly for the majority of us, we take whatever we can get to make life bearable." Yind points to another worker, a small fox turning a hand crank. "That machine is not reliable, most days a screw falls out, and the engineers find it easier to put a new one in due to friction warping the original. So that guy, 257, he collects them. Puts them under his sack, and hordes the damn things. Says someday he will have enough to... I don't know trade it with a guard or build his own gun or something, in truth its an obsession, he does it because its the thing that keeps him sane. That's why the factory has not stopped him doing it."
"You see we all have our coping mechanisms down here." Yind states. "I should get going. I think the guards are getting restless"