Fiorella was silent for a moment after his comment about the working prisoners, as if thinking about it for a moment and then she giggled genuinely.
"But slavery is evil, immoral and illegal - or so our government says. There are hundreds, thousands, maybe millions of them angry and frustrated! What are they going to do when these people have had enough and rebel - bomb their own industrial centers, massacre their working force, plunge our nation into a deep recession?"
Her amused tone and expression remained for several long minutes as they turned at the intersection toward the fast food branch.
She glanced briefly at the food and drink menu, artfully hiding the mild disgust on her face. After a brief hesitation, however, she pointed to a fried and breaded cheese slice in a semi-sweet bun.
"I am not in the mood for meat today and I do not have much courage for their salads after I have witnessed local working conditions. This, on the other hand, looks like an interesting, safe compromise and it looks sufficiently Libertonian at the same time. As for drinks, I would like to have a cup of iced mineral water with some fruit juice."
She reached into the pocket of her leather jacket, pulled out a credit chip with ten thousand credits and handed it to her companion.
