After one whole chapter, we finally find out that, OMG NAT IS MAGICAL because she made the chips poof into her pocket, though she’s not sure how. Well, that’s convenient. She can’t use her magical powers because she doesn’t know how, except for the most convenient times, you know?
So she waits to start her shift.
At her table her predecessor, Angela, was in the middle of performing the ending ritual — clapping her hands and turning empty palms toward the ceiling to indicate to surveillance that her shift was over.
This is the weirdest sentence ever. If you only look at the first half, it almost seems to be referring to Nat’s ancestor doing some weird magical rite. Talk about word choice.
They talk a little and Angie mentions that there are supposedly new retina scans that can bypass certain lenses, but Nat is convinced that it’s just a rumor to scare people and keep them submissive. Except, the ret scans are for rooting out illegals, so that had shit nothing to do with keeping the people from rebelling.
Fridays are payday, so no one has money on Thursday, which was why there aren’t as many people here right now. Except, it doesn’t seem like anyone is working anywhere else, so where are they getting their money from? Apparently, also if you get really lucky, you’re also screwed because security will beat your ass if you’re lucky?
It hardly ever happened, and when it did, security was on the table so quickly your luck was gone before you knew it.
So basically, no one ever wins any money whatsoever because by the end of the week, they’re all as poor as fuck, yet people are still stupid enough to keep coming because…. ??? Has the cold affected people’s IQs?
She’s about to deal cards for her table when she notices that only a boy is left at her table.
Then the boy smiled, and Nat was struck by how suddenly young he looked, how innocent, even with a malevolent hissing snake on his forearm.
Right. Because little innocent children can’t be little devils in disguise. What made you the official judge of character, Nat? And who said you had to be malevolent to have a malevolent tattoo? Maybe the little innocent kid just thought it was cool. MAYBE HE’S ACTING.
He introduces himself, and lo and behold, it’s Shakes, who is, for the record, not the least bit innocent.
He handed over a worn-out food provision card, his fingers trembling a little, a telltale sign of frostblight. The human body wasn’t meant to live in subzero weather. Most people ended up with a few tremors, while the unluckiest ones lost their eyesight.
No. FUCK YOU. Of course the human body isn’t suppose to live in subzero weather, BUT NEITHER IS EVERYTHING ELSE AND THE INCLUDES PLANTS. WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GETTING YOUR FOOD FROM? IN A SOCIETY LIKE THIS, STARVING SHOULD BE A BIGGER PROBLEM THAN INEVITABLE CANCER.
And please don’t tell me synthetic food is the answer, because that’s actually probably expensive as fuck.
Not to mention, people survive entire Alaskan winters (which are fucking cold) and some are like, “Na, it’s nothing really, just dress in layers.” So far, no one has lost their eyesight yet so I have no idea what the author’s talking about.
The biggest problem though – Wes is wearing only a windbreaker (which was mentioned in like… chapter 3?). In. Fucking. Subzero. Temperatures. He should have gotten frost bite and died a lonngggg time ago.
We find out that Wes’s full name is Ryan Wesson, and he’s still shit popular even though he’s not top notch anymore. Right. Conveniently, Nat’s gonna hire Wes to get her out.