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[[Fred and Socrates (and a LOT of other Physarics, including Plato) are in the Syncytium chamber aboard the Physaric ship, where Fred is displaying reluctance to join with the Syncytium.]]
Socrates: What are you waiting for, Fred? The Syncytium will answer all your questions if you join with them...
Fred: Um...

Fred: I-I'm not feeling so well. Maybe I should rest a bit more first...
Physaric: [holding a shell-shaped bowl out to Fred] Here, this should refresh you...

Physaric: It's a nourishing liquid that we use for food. We eat it as well as feed it to our servants.
Fred: It ... smells good and rancid... What is it?

Physaric: It's the liquefied remains of servants who are deceased or have otherwise outlived their usefulness. Particularly ... problematic prisoners end up in here too.
Fred: [turning away] That's it. I'm outta here.