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They were nice people and they paid her well enough, and on time, which meant something. They always told her she could have whatever was in the fridge, but, whenever she opened the gleaming chrome door, all she found inside were probiotic yoghurts. People in Neom took care of their gut bacteria the way people in other places looked after their children. Which is to say, personally.
- Lavie Tidhar, Neom, p.8
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