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Two hours later, Philip and Paul arrived at the entrance to a neglected neighbourhood on the edge of the city. The houses were in various different states of disrepair, and loose dogs roamed the area in packs, barking and growling at anything that moved. People wandered aimlessly to and fro, just trying to occupy their time. It certainly wasn’t the type of area that Paul would have visited voluntarily.
“What are we doing here, Philip? These people don’t look very friendly.”
“That’s because they’re not, Paul. They’re the forgotten ones, the ones that have been thrown on society’s scrap-heap. They have no jobs and many of them have no homes. And they blame us.”
“Us?”
“Yes. They blame sophonts for taking their jobs, when the truth is, they couldn’t actually do a lot of the jobs we do.
