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- "Would you like to contact tech support" It asked.
- "no"., as I continued working. Imagine lovingly crafted hydraulic fittings, rendered useless by a single "o" ring.
- Said "O" rings were well over a milennia out of date, and nobody but your's truly had the chuff to roll them from absurdly old stock..
- Notwithstanding other skills like being a "near 5000 year old " glorified oil change tech" and "Last real "human" alive".
- Anyhow, I dug a fantastically ancient crescent wrench from a pocket, and loosened the fitting, then stuffing a stupidly well bioengeneered bit of plant in there, that immediately sealed up the mating surface.
- Suddenly the Amazingly stupid fifteen billion ton war machine was working.
- FFS, what a piece of shit. Still, they may let me finish that old Dodge truck I unearthed for this. They did let me keep that M1918 they unearthed, simply because I knew what it was and how it worked. .
- And yes, it still kills as well now as it did when it was made. Old M2 AP with proper tungsten-steel cores chops shit up just fine.
- All that aside, now that I'd fixed the monster....
- I was again, unemployed. Sure, I had nigh upon unlimited credit, could "buy" whatever I wanted, except what I really wanted.
- A bit of peace.
- Really I wish I'd have been let go. But ~7400 years ago a loving relative had stuck my broken, stroke crippled ass into a cryo chamber.
- And now, here I am.
- The last man who knows how to fix shit.
- Welcome to hell.
- I take down a bottle of horribly replicated Bourbon.
- The glass I use is at most, five minutes old, and still warm from the foundry. T
- his is fine for some of what I try to kill my pain with. Not so with a shitty replicant of Evan Williams.
- I gag the sauce down. The fuckers have fixed my cancer, removede innumerable fragements, and tried to set me on a course of "proper diet".
- The stack of "dietary aids" shot full of holes by the M1911 I was buried with should have hammered the message home.
- The sole thing my long expired brother got tight was burying me with my Colt.
- Cryo freezing me with said piece was not what I wanted.
- So yeah, far in the future, some fuckwits woke up a less than healthy and surely mentally unstable K-tard who'd been "interred" with a loaded M1911. Yeah, shit did not end well.
- The whole
- not working" deal, seems if you imagine it, it will work". is a thing now.
- So, yeah.. I'm a weapons factory. WHen the fuckbags can catch me, and get me drunk enough.
- Really I spend a lot of time fishing...
- No really. Earth is pristine, and near uninhabited. I've spent years on the Big Two Hearted(yes, it still exists) catching steelhead from what is left of Superior.
- the "humans" now humor my behavior as primitive antics. I laugh.
- I could easily kill them all, but that would put the trout down for a while. I've forgotten more about killing than they've ever imagined.
- Well, the next engagement will prove this. Maybe they will leave me alone.
- One last "push" as they say. The tiny grey mewling masses.
- Sure. I see the enemy. Insectoid, hive based. They are just looking for a nest, But...Yeah. Fuck them.
- "Here" I imagine. A total matter/antimatter charge. still not understanding why they never came up with same.
- It is launched. A kiloton of anti-plutonium, driven by tachions.
- The end is massive. I have killed billions of sentient lifeforms, and all I care about is
- Can I hit the next Smelt run"? The war is over.
- Soon I find myself abandoned on "earth that was". Immortal, indestructable. A terrible weapon forgotten by what my people have become.
- And I do not care.
- A seven millenia old Mepps spinner is tied on a length of poly-microlinear line. I make a few casts, and relax, beginning the retrieve with a rod made of monofiber laminates, and a reel that is a perfect reproduction of an old Mitchell 300.
- And I wait.
- The fuckers will need me again. I have already loaded the old bunkers with new weapons.
- Eventually they will call.
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