It wasn't clear to Sam how to measure profit. Frankly, as far as she was concerned, just being here was an overall net loss. But she shrugged. "It keeps us from killing each other," she said. At least, she was reasonably sure that none of the inmates had murdered any of the other inmates. Everyone seemed way too chill for that, in spite of the circumstances around them.

Maybe it was true what they said. Misery did love company.

Although, by that theory, Sam, the most miserable person in the universe, would have been hugely popular.

Fucking social sciences. They never made sense.

"Anyway," she said. "Find something to fill your days. That's the first and last time I'll ever give any advice."