[He chuckled and nodded. Fine, he won't argue about stressing or feeding the cats. He really wanted to though. And no knocking the pills. They were already calming him down.. as was the cat.]

Wait so the replicators don't actually make the food, they make the ingredients? If it can make something out of nothing then why would it matter if it was making a biscuit or a cup of flour?

[Before his mind could go too far down that bunny trail, he winced at that last comment. One of his biggest failures. It had been torturing him every day since the trial, but he'd felt as though he had no power. He couldn't accept that though. There had to have been something better he could've done.]

Right.

[He focused on the cake for a few moments.]

So they have their own government and infrastructure here?

[Pause.]

We're really free?

[From the train, of course.]