Children are collected from various sources and are placed on a auction block. Tests are prescribed to see what they can do. Acadamys snap them up for various experiembts reasons, as do people who want it for other reasons.
“Sylvester,” Fray said. “This is only one thing at play. It’s a minor thing, but it’s significant. I wanted to talk to you about what you found in New Amsterdam. The Block.”
Which you supposedly knew about from the beginning. [...] I put the pieces together very early on. Where students go, the rise of nobles, where other professors go, and where I was slated to go, should I want to work in service to nobles. The investigation into my background, the teams of doctors poring over my work, to my Wyvern-altered mind, there were systems behind the systems. I think they knew I knew, they felt I was too clever for what they wanted. I happened to be looking at the Lambs and what was happening behind the scenes when someone higher up turned their attention to me. Before I knew it, I was no longer a consideration. The Wyvern business came out soon after.”
I studied her. “There’s more to it, isn’t there?”
“Indiscretions,” she said. “I was not perfect, and Wyvern was the sanitized, widely-recognized part of it. But every student gets involved in the politics to some degree, the backstabbing, the behind-the-scenes dealings. All of that is beside the point. The point is that you’ve stumbled on what I stumbled onto.”
“That the nobles aren’t anything more than glorified experiments.”
“Yes,” Fray said. She said it in such a way that I knew there was no surprise. She had known.
“If the word gets out, the myth will be shattered. People will be disgusted with them. It will taint everything the nobles touch. Legitimacy, their seeming immortality, their grace, their power and control.” - Excerpt from Bitter Pill 15.14