It takes Feather, Rubio, Suma, and me less than a minute to eat our daily ration.
I think of the time my family spent at the kitchen table eat-ing meals. Mom would sip her coffee slowly and metronomeher head back and forth, doing her crossword. Javier would ramble about a new Gen-Gyro-Gang member, or argue with Dad for ten minutes that he knew you could reach your brain ifyou picked your nose hard enough. All this compared to the forty-five seconds we spend downing bioloaf. - P211
When we began our work, there were only a few Deltas still living. Before the Deltas, theGammas performed those duties for the Collective."
I take slow breaths in and close my eyes. All the kids put in stasis the same day as me... All of them, living out their lives with no memory of home or Earth or their families. If they weren‘t already purged. - P220