"Life and death outta be the one fair shake we get as people."

He emptied his glass and grabbed the bottle, pouring himself another few fingers. He promised himself this would last him longer than the last.

"I don't know if that's a good thing or not. It's evolution in a place that's supposed to be static, or static choas, even if that idea is laughable with the kind of people that are brought on board. Evolution or death. It's either evolution or degradation, I haven't been here long enough to tell."