Alice made a point of ignoring him and turned to the TV. It hissed static and switched from a Six-Thirty report to a newscast. The big story was more unrest at the Hudson Employment Center. She didn’t know why they called them that; the centers were internment camps, everyone knew it, no one would say it. The camera showed the center as a dark gray disk; the surrounding black water filled with hundreds of orange dinghies buzzing across from Jersey. She’d seen this on the southern wall, the jeeks—street scum—would hit every entrance at once to get a few bodies through. Things really must be falling apart if the Hudson Camp was a destination.