As we go deeper into dystopia we figure that Cycloids have a good hold on most people in dystopia. They are so much in control of it, that they have no free will, except for a few survivors nobody is even real. So we call them unreals. The house the owners, are all like awol people, and I’m dexter. In my lab I’ve discovered such truths that I’m now ignorant of them, after the realisation that Cycloids die on their own. So there is a space crunch here. Movement is slow and risky. Why the landlord is needed for everything. Otherwise resources won’t be released and we’ll starve. My keycard does it all, everywhere.