[Prefect takes another drink of his gin as he contemplates this. He had seen wildflowers, once when he'd been forced out of the Factories main cells to collect a rogue product. He could have stared at them for hours. Beauty which had earned its existence through the power of evolutionary law.

You weren't supposed to think about things like that though. In case everyone started thinking about them.]

I saw weeds once.

[He'd stomped them into the ground anyway. For the Factory.]

And they showed us slides of the rest of the world when we were children.