I placed the shiny red shape in the exact center of the table.   Martín looked at it dubiously. "That's the strangest cherry I've ever seen. Whoever made it needs to get their printer calibrated, it's all lopsided." He crouched down to get closer look. "The color's amazing though—rich and deep, like food in videos about the uppers."   I winced inwardly. You weren't supposed to talk about the different levels of society—you had to act like everybody was the same, or you could get fined. I pretended not to notice. "It wasn't printed, it was grown."   "I didn't know you could grow food." He