Observers
Ryan: Feather, you go upstairs. We have work to do.
Task: Go through the attic.
Ryan quickly shuffles items, throws some to John. He arranges them in some intelligible only to him scheme. Nat looks at the door.
Nat: Hello. We came to observe.
Ryan nods, and she gently moves through piles of electronics to the table. Lance sits in a chair. The girl perches herself at the edge of the table.
Nat: Well, guy with no math in the head, let's see if you can understand the program.
The boy nods seriously, busily clicking the mouse.
Lance: I can. Jenny showed me. Here...
Ryan turns to him angrily.
Ryan: Silently.
Undergrounders nod synchronously. Nat leans closer to Lance, whispering something in his ear. You see him smiling in the blue light of the monitor and turn away. Ryan has called you here for a reason/
"You completed the task. You received some points of freedom and some token."
Ryan: John, are there enough transistors? Good.
