That or they just die.

Ever walk to your corporate job downtown in the morning, and notice a blanketed lump in the alley outside your building?

Then when you’re out for lunch, you walk by the same alleyway…

… and the lump is gone, replaced by two municipal workers with flamethrowers, sanitizing the liquid decay of the dead body?

Yeah, that caused me to have an existential crisis and radicalize, long ago when I was a bushy young corpo with a ‘promising future.’