"With less technology," she said, sharper than she means to, but she knows that she sounds backwards in saying it, that she comes from a place that makes no sense here and where they see holograms and hallucinations, she sees spells and enchantments because it's the only solution that makes sense to her. She knows now that it is technology, that her food is somehow created and transported by some sort of machines, but the words used to explain it make no sense to her, and it might as well be magic.