Another bag of seeds, ready to be milled into whatever his mother needed, slammed onto the stone floor of the warehouse. The work was tedious, but it helped to earn the extra credits. Living on the bare minimum everyone got each month would keep you alive, but not much more. Finlay was tired after a full day of lugging around the canvas sacks, but the credits were all a part of his plan. He tapped the sensor just under his right ear.