A witch hunt is a pretty accurate description of it. Anyone acts slightly off and they could get accused of being a synth, even if they aren't one. Sometimes...things get ugly.

[And he's going to leave that topic there and talk about food and surgery instead, and not about synth-hating lynch mobs.]

The snack cakes are two hundred years old and kind of irradiated too. And I still can't get enough of them. It's bad.

The doc said I'm low priority, so it hasn't come up yet. I figure I'll have to tell her before the surgery, but with lots of people here, like, missing limbs, I'm waaaay down on the schedule.