[i]A figure in a dark cloak passes by, curious black satin gloves up to their elbows.[/i]
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You see what seems to be a city, or at least the beginnings of one. Numerous black-and-blue machines are building what seems to be a wall. A man in a shining green jacket seems to be yelling at a machine.
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[i]I walk over to the man, and a feminine voice comes from beneath the cowl of the cloak, but weirdly the man can't see my face even with the light pointed at me.[/i] "What seems to be the trouble?"
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"I hate to say it, but I have no clue. The thing just stopped working about ten minutes ago."
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[i]I walk over to the machine,[/i] "What happened to it?"
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"Hm. It was hit with a concrete slab yesterday..."
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[i]I look for an access port.[/i]
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You find a small panel behind the driver's seat.
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[i]I try to pop it open.[/i]
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It comes off easily. You see a mix of switches and wires.
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[i]I look to see if there are labels on the switches.[/i]
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The switches are labeled "Manual", "Eject", "Power", and "Transport". They are all turned Off.
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[i]I flip the power switch on.[/i]
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The display lights up. Sparks fly from then switch for a few seconds.
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[i]I look at the source of the sparks.[/i]
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A wire seems to have been torn.
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"A wire tore." [i]I stand up.[/i]
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"I'll get a Skyweaver on it." The man says from outside the machine.
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"Alright." [i]I look at the man,[/i] "Want help?"
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"Depends. How good are you at negotiating?"
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"The question is with what?" [i]I step out of the machine.[/i]
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"Skyweavers can be very...entitled."
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"What are they doing though? If it's moving building materials or building something heavy I can do it."
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"No, they're magic electricians. I'll need one to set up a conduit to conduct electricity between the torn wires, but they would [i]probably[/i] rather sit around and sip lemonade."
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"Then I can't help you. I'm sorry." [i]I stand up, and start walking away.[/i]
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"Thanks for the help. I'm...not great with these machines."