"Vending machines, usually. None around here, don't think. Good, since the stuff makes you flip your wig."

Delta had already watched a semi-normal settlement of semi-likeable people fall into hell, slowly clamber back, and then fall head over heels back down. Going through that a second time wasn't on his to-do list. He would have been happy if that was why he couldn't say much about recreating plasmids, but did you know that genetics is actually super confusing?

Delta tapped one end of the wrench against his palm. "You need this?"