*Augustus walks home, sighing. Nothing of use got accomplished today, another sexual assault, another board meeting, and now tomorrow, being one of the facility's head researchers, he has to attend yet another meeting about how to prevent further sexual harassment claims and then create yet another program about cultural and sexual acceptance... more monotony, more boredom, more alienation from work he was once proud to do. He goes to a local merchant who sympathizes with the Delta mafia, one of the last remaining, and buys two Golden apples and gives one to Masamune. He then continues on his trek home.*