"Not Henry Stark," Yery said darkly. "I found out that if you can't manufacture or serve any kind of food to hoity-toity patrons on Terra, you're basically useless. So, I decided to try my luck here in New Chicago as a freelance Chancist. Would you believe that some of us are bankrolled by wealthy clients? Even corporations, which I hate like my own death.
"Not me. I don't play that game. The House may always win, but in my opinion, a good Chancist who chooses to work for the 'dark side' deserves to miscalculate every time. Don't they realize they could be paid by a far wealthier single individual, and they are free to say anything without worrying about whether it's 'the party line' or not?"