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- A clatter of sounds comes pouring out of the machine, now that I've removed the obstruction.
- Pitter.
- Patter.
- A lot of "clang clang clang clang clang clang."
- Nothing but hundreds of little brass cylinders clattering on the tile floor under my feet. Quite a lot of money wasted.
- On my part. Entirely my fault.
- I stare at them as they stop rolling at my feet, a pile like little coins scattered everywhere, silently.
- I adjust my mask. The skin on my cheek feels rougher. Rawer. There must be a hole there.
- I very gently put it in place, so it doesn't block my vision.
- I'm very careful so nothing else falls off.
- That was one problem fixed.
- One to go.
- The machine is familiar. I've fixed it a few times before.
- It usually wasn't this bad beforehand. It never was scratched like this. The eyes are crossed out more than they usually are.
- A white face on the front. Smiling. A lot happier than most people nowadays.
- I didn't think that something like this would be friendlier than my neighbors.
- Nobody respects my work.
- There are people who work on the building around me. They can't do this.
- Their fingers are too big. They can't fit inside a vending machine.
- I think that was a bad idea, giving them big gloves like that.
- How will people get what they want if our vending machines die?
- What a nightmare.
- My iron runs deep into its veins.
- A little heated piece of metal, poking at its heart. Or is it the brain? I can't tell.
- I figure I'll figure out soon enough. I know what I'm fixing, and what I'm poking at...
- but it's hard to understand what this is anymore. Things don't make a lot of sense nowadays. The world's a strange place.
- I wonder if I'm going to receive overtime.
- I think I poke at the right wire. Something stirs. A light comes on inside.
- I smile beneath my mask. Just a little celebration of victory.
- Both for me, and the machine, who made it through tough times.
- The white face on the front lights up. It seems to share our enthusiasm.
- It booms, in the happiest voice to be had in these depths,
- "WEEELLCOME TO THE CIRCUS OF VAAAAALUUUUUUUES!"
- The welcome echoes through the steel bulkhead.
- Down the plaza, up around the thick glass windows that let us see into the natural world.
- The world we didn't create, only decided to sit next to.
- It echoes deep in the heart of Rapture. I bet someone heard it.
- That doesn't matter that much. Maybe it means whoever hears it will know its fixed.
- I pack my tools.
- Very, very carefully. I can't lose anything.
- One time I dropped a flathead into the ocean. I didn't see another one for weeks.
- That's what I'm dealing with here.
- I really should receive overtime.
- This toolbox is heavy. I feel a little weaker now.
- Or maybe its heavier than before. Did I add anything to it?
- Nah. I look down at the lost ammunition on the ground. I consider how useful that'd be.
- But that's not mine. I didn't pay for it. That's stealing.
- I'll leave it be. I'm not a criminal.
- I hear the sound of metal screeching on metal.
- Down the hall is someone else.
- His face is all wrong. He has a tooth growing out of his cheek.
- His foot is bent to the right. He's walking towards me. He's mumbling.
- Very loudly, he's mumbling. The knife in his hands drags on the railing. I wish he wasn't so loud. Someone might wake up early. Maybe they'd blame me.
- He stops mumbling, and starts talking.
- "Hello, dearie", with all the words dragged out.
- "I heard you were in the neighborhood, and I just wanted to drop by."
- "My, your skin looks good."
- I don't say anything. He's stopped moving.
- "I can see it from here. Your skin's almost perfect."
- "Just a little spot here and there where it's peeled off."
- "I'd like that for my own."
- His voice is hoarse.
- He's probably thirsty, too.
- I guess he might want mine. His skin's not looking good.
- He walks under a light. There's too many fingers on his hand.
- He's grasping at me. Or maybe the machine. This one's got some good deals on it.
- I'll probably come back here later. I'd like a bag of chips.
- That salty taste is nice, I'd just need a few dollars...
- He starts running towards me. Really, really fast.
- Dragging the knife against the wall, he's making too much noise.
- "I'M GONNA SKIN YOU, YOU WHORE! I'M GONNA--"
- I pull out my pistol and shoot him.
- He's trying to murder me and he's bothering everyone else.
- The bullet lands in his head. His head's got a divet in it now.
- His body falls to the ground.
- It stops moving quickly. I hear him moan.
- I didn't like this man, but I don't think I'll remember him in a few weeks.
- That's how things end up going nowadays.
- I walk past him. My toolbox swings as I take each step.
- When I shot him, my mask fell off a little.
- It's hanging off the side of my face.
- I very, very gingerly shift it back up. I feel something come back up with it.
- I was hoping that wouldn't happen.
- Soon, the end of my shift's coming. It feels like I've been working for weeks.
- 6:54. Six more minutes and I can go back to the office.
- My boss is there.
- He hasn't moved out of his desk or spoken to me in months.
- He must be very busy coordinating repairs.
- I wonder if he'll give me overtime if I ask for it.
- I haven't seen or heard anyone else come in, and it's still New Years Day apparently. Holiday pay's a thing, right?
- I hope it is.
- I was kind of hoping that I'd get to go see a movie or something today.
- If I got the day off.
- I listen closely.
- Something isn't right.
- Something's missing.
- My heart steps up the tempo.
- What's wrong with everything?
- I spend a while fretting over this. Soon I find the answer.
- There's no ticking.
- I look down, and my watch has stopped. It's going to be 6:54 until I fix it.
- I pull off the watch, and a little flap of skin comes off with it.
- It's red underneath.
- I figure that means I should go try and fix it.
- I'm a repairwoman, but that doesn't mean I can't figure this out. It's just a little, smaller machine.
- There should be a watch store a few floors up.
- I hope it hasn't flooded.
- I hope I'll get some overtime pay for this.
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