The Vault was a barracks, and had stark, simple, military routines. The cafeteria line fed everyone three times a day, on big community tables. All the federal foodstuffs had tough-guy military nicknames, like "elephant scabs" for the veal parmigiana and "bug juice" for the orangeade. When the lights went out at night, nobody stayed up to party. The Vault went as black as a tomb.