Scolopendra Club staff trained to learn the daily gossip, and thus another orbital information channel.
Cascadia, head down on the council table and slurring, reels off the channels the off-worlders still have: the daily food menus, the daily activity schedule for the Scolopendra Club, the personal trainer locker feeds with the customized training board, and "even the massage NPCs are trained to learn the daily gossip." Anything programmed from orbit, she says, can be used to transfer information to those in the dungeon. "Get in there and kill, kill, kill."
Donut perks up immediately—"Massage NPCs?"—while Juice Box's already dark countenance sours further, since these are exactly the manufactured people she is about to indict the galaxy for creating. The Mexx Robot then dings to report that The AI is irritated anyone thinks it doesn't know how to do its own job.
Orbitally programmed club staff doubling as carriers of smuggled information.