On the rounds.x

[x-Aquamarine-x]

A tall man, in about his early thirties, walked back and forth, up and down the huge, huge room where all the mutants were kept. Angus didn't want to be here. He never wanted to be here, dressed in his white coat. But he had the job of mutant-care, and it was the only way he got his money.

Without Itex, Angus thought, he would probably be homeless. If he had more money, he would have left working for Itex years ago. Peering in all the cages, Angus felt sorry for the mutants, huddled inside, pressed against the far end of their cages, trying to get as far away from him as they could. Angus sighed heavily. It wasn't fair for these mutants, to be stuck inside her all day, all night, without even knowing how long they would live.