Rigger scowled irritably. "Look, lubbers, you can’t have a chem toilet on board. Thirty people using one head for a month? The storage tank would have to be bigger than the cargo hold, and the stink—" He waved the air as if dismissing a remembered odor. "You don’t want to know about the smell. Suffice it to say, flush toilets are the only way to go. And with external pressures sometimes exceeding fifteen tons per square meter, the water could explode out of the pipes like a Juggernaut, cutting the boat in half. To get the job done, and not risk sinking the boat, the operator needs to carefully access secondary seals, pressurize the bowl, trim the safeties, and on and on." To their confused expressions, he added, "A lot of submarines were lost due to improper use of primitive bathrooms in the preAwakened world."