“The planet follows old traditions. Upon your delivery to You Suck, you will be passed to an escort who will march you through the clans, and bids will be placed for your permanent adoption.” And there was that word again, adoption, like we were a bunch of abandoned pets at a shelter. “Are you telling me that I’m actually going to be sent to market like a fucking pig?” “Of course not,” he droned without skipping a beat. “Pigs are useful creatures.”
