“Slavery doesn’t exist on Cygnus Beta,” I said sharply, not keen on being played for a softhearted fool. “Aren’t you paid wages? Every one of you must be registered on the Revenue and Pensions system. There’s no way the Master could get around that.” Elion’s mouth curved up in a cynical smile. “All you have to do is claim the credits appropriately. The cost of our food, our shelter, our clothing—somehow it all balances out perfectly.”
