She leaned back in the chair, its fake leather creaking. Her body throbbed with pain, her repairs itched, and waves of exhaustion crashed over her. Traffic noise drifted through the window, the low hum of up-phased Dyson engines not far above their room. Her nose itched, irritated by the dust that puffed from the chair. The smell of fast food leaked under the door, the oily odor delicious. She was starving, body desperate for nutrients, but was unable to move. The seat had its own gravity field that sucked her in.