(This one confused me, but they explained it.)“Wot the frak is a roomba?”He furrowed his snowy brows, mulling the response over a mouthful of nutrient paste, which he had spiced up with a sprinkling of cayn pepper. “OH. Frak, yeah. We got those on Krieg. Servitors tasked with collecting up corpses.”The tube of nutrient paste, he presented it. “Nothing goes to waste, nothing, and when someone kicks it on Krieg, whether it be from an industrial accident or an O2 shortage, the servitors collect them up and take them to get processed into Corpse Starch, or Soylens Viridians. That’s what they base nooty-paste off. S’not technically cannibalism...”He trailed off.“When we were kids we used to lay down on the ground till the Corpsers came along, and then make a game of who could stay down longer while they approached. Most kids took off running and laughing when they got too close... but me, RAED, and RAEE. We liked to let’em get us. Good practice for CQC.”The Operator squirted more Nutrient Paste into his mouth and looked at the aghast Remembrancer. “Wot?”