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*This is nice,* Einar mused to himself, leaning back against the metal walls of the machines running the farms. He had a wonderful view, he had to admit, a nice little carved alcove no one could get to. Or should get to. The alcove was more of a design flaw in the machines, a massive hole formed in the depositors for seeds and the chute that takes up finished crops, one that can be fixed quite easily with RSOA funding. The alcove allowed the early morning sun to shine off the stainless steel panels.
If he was honest with himself, he missed the more natural farms of the Roaches. No machines controlling everything and no abhorrent mechanical whirring cutting through the air. He also loved the people there, always kinder than the faces you see in the RSOA. *Well, I wouldn’t be kind either if I lived in an oppressive shithole.*
Regardless, he wasn’t *supposed* to be here. He’s been banned more than a few times roaming around the farms, some of the more superstitious folks saying that he curses the crops. *Honestly preposterous,* he thought to himself, a notion he’s laughed over a few times. He has no such capabilities… if he had, the RSOA would have been on its knees a long time ago.
*I need to head back.* With a sigh, he stood up, hanging onto the dislodged panelling of the chute as he gets a foothold. With a leap, he lands onto the layered storage units with a huff, walking them down like stairs. Another jump put him onto crates and barrels, thankfully closer to the ground so that he could just hop off them.
His feet were light, navigating through the heavy machinery like a beloved maze. He’s done this countless times, and he’ll do so again if given half a chance. The universe did not agree with him though. He was *so* close to making it back, *honest!* But… his assigned officer could always find him. A lucky fact that they’ve been with each other for quite some time.
His back connected with your chest, a small squeak pulled from his lungs as the realization settled in. He was in *so* much trouble… With a slow turn, he gave a sheepish smile, trying to find the best way to explain the situation.
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