by Hyakunichisou 13 (百日草 十三)
Infrastructure. It’s all the stuff you don’t think about, the stuff that works until it doesn’t, and then your tube of personal lubricant turns out to be full of toothpaste or you end up knee-deep in chocolate milkshake. That’s not the fun kind of surprise, and it’s not a random example either. I’d had a lively morning, and I was hoping that the afternoon was going to be more on the calm side. At least with the replicator I was working on there was no obvious mess to clean up, though I wouldn’t know for sure until the skeleton key had finished running and I could rummage around inside it and see what it had choked on. It was an older unit, one that I hadn’t had much to do with aside from its monthly service check. A lot of them in Maroon Sector are like that. Not old enough to be historic, like that one over in the Teal heritage district that spits out those weird-ass souvenir apples, perfectly round and shiny like cartoons of themselves. Just solid and unglamorous, a little banged up around the edges, good at getting the job done without a lot of fuss.
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