"I'm a science experiment from a dystopian city under the water?" It's the only thing I can think of as I track the cats' movements through the living room. I really don't want to harm them, but they're looking at us like they look at their toys before they rip them apart. Nothing's looked at me like that since Rapture. I don't like it, Father, it makes me feel hunted.

"Do you think freezing them temporarily would hurt them?"