The doctor continued. "Pristine City can only continue to thrive when we leave nothing to chance. Look at Rag Town. Is that where you would rather be?"
Mr. and Mrs. Harrison both shuddered at the thought. The Proletariat section of the city, nicknamed "Rag Town," was where the so-called dregs of society lived. The State didn't even bother with those people. They were in control of their own destiny. Unfortunately, all you could hope for in Rag Town was hopelessness. As well as poverty, disease, crime.
Mr. Harrison said, "Well, a concert pianist is a good profession to have."