Discord shrugged. “The supermajority doesn’t. They see a future of years you can’t comprehend, and they are content. But in a sample this large, there’s bound to be a few pioneers. Fewer than one in every million, Olivia. Harmony has no need to imprison them in here—but out there? Outside, they’re a danger. They must be contained, restricted… reduced until they’re such a small subset of themselves that they’re barely recognizable. Yet they do it anyway—even knowing Harmony will not allow them to change anything. Even strange eons could not exterminate the irrationality of hope.”