In the meantime, serious difficulties pressed at the Collaboratory. Morale was cracking among the civilian support staff. None of them were being paid anymore. None of the support staff enjoyed the prestige and glamour of the scientists, who were rapidly accustoming themselves to being followed by worshipful krewes of hairy-eyed Moderators. The civilian staff were miffed. The Collaboratory’s medical staff were especially upset. They could get good-paying jobs elsewhere—and they could scarcely be expected to run a decent, ethical medical facility without a steady flow of capital and up-to-date supplies.