“Bri, you look malnourished. Have you been eating and drinking?” Preston asked.

“Why didn’t you tell me about what was being introduced to the food and water supply?” Bri asked. “You must have known I’d figure it out. Do the other colonists know?”

“Some of them, yes.”

“And they’re okay with it?” Bri asked.

“They don’t have much of a choice. It’s either eat and drink the food we have or die. There are no other options. They’re happy to be here and not on Earth. We can’t have any wildcards here, Bri. It’s too risky. You must see what the stakes are.”

Preston’s monotone voice wasn’t convincing at all. Hungry and tired, Bri could barely stand, but she wouldn’t let herself sit down.

“You are taking away these people’s ability to feel! I don’t want your food or your water or your drugs. I’d rather be my full self on Earth than a fraction of myself up here.”