Mirai stared, at all of them. His expression showed them that he was thinking. The room was new. The equipment was new. He saw expensive machinery standing shining-bright in one part of the laboratory; monitoring equipment in another. There was nothing poor about any of it, he realised. He had never seen this much money in one place.

He was rapidly back into his obsessions. Most adults he had encountered in his life were tight about money. He was able to grasp, mind fervent, why they would want to spend it on them. As soon as he saw the staff, he closed his tighly-lipped mouth in a display of defiance and stretched out his right hand in front of his face. He was hiding a venomous look, spitting at all of them.

He would not serve!