Deadlight, meanwhile, seemed hardly interested in his food. It wasn’t as though eating out of his cell would mean better rations—they all ate the same chemically-fabricated nutrient bars until hydroponics could grow its first crop. So far as James knew, that section wasn’t finished yet. Quality of life sections were not Olivia’s construction priority. “Your magic is very interesting,” he said, pointing at the wall. On it, an enlarged image of the system was running in computer simulation.