Chapter Fifty-Two – Fab

Chapter Fifty-Two – Fab

“Fandoms are an interesting social phenomena. People who enjoy a piece of media or a celebrity congregate together to discuss the things they like. At the onset, this is completely normal human behaviour.

This can come as a shock to some Samurai. For example, Hairumas, a Samurai interviewed in 2034 said, “I didn’t expect it. All of a sudden these guys and girls with afros just kept asking me to sign stuff. It was wild!”

–Excerpt from a Scientific Yesterday paper, 2036

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“Okay,” I said as we reached the vault. It was in about the same condition as I remembered, minus the dead bodies. The floor had little pock-marks as if something had eaten away at it, mostly round where I remembered the corpses being. That felt like it had been months ago. “We’ll start by paying the corps their due, I guess.”

“Huh?” Lucy asked.

“Yeah, Myalis gave me the list of shit the building sellers want. It’s all blueprints except for a bunch of nano-regen things,” I said. “Think there’s a box around here we could dump them in?”

The Dumbass following up piped up at that. “The containers most items come in are stackable. Shall I inform the broker that the thirty-five Nano-Regenerative Suites are ready for pick-up?”

“Yeah, sure,” I said. “We can leave them at the door I guess, with one of the Dumbasses.”

“What else did they buy? And what’s those nano-whatsit do?”

“They inject these little bots in you that un-messes you up. I think that’s what I gave you for your MS, right? Crap, I can’t remember. Anyway, I guess some rich dudes just want to live longer or whatever.”

“Nano Regenerative Suites can alleviate a lot of the ills caused by aging. Issues with joints, with eyesight, minor stress issues in musculature and in the cardio-vascular system. Even an outwardly healthy human has hundreds of very minor issues that can be repaired,” Myalis said.

“As for the other stuff they bought…” I looked over the list again. “Just blueprints. A lot of clothing stuff from my decoy catalogue, some cyberwarfare stuff. Uh, mostly looks like protection stuff.”

“I limited the offensive options,” Myalis said. “Giving offensive electronic warfare packages to just anyone seemed like a bad idea.”

“No shit,” I muttered.

Lucy shrugged, “Alright then. So we’re buying that big machine that makes stuff?”

“Yup,” I said. “Blueprints and nano stuff first though. Can you not swarm my augs with messages though? That little chiming noise is a bit annoying.”

“Very well.”

New Purchases: Blueprints x 8 – Various. Nano-Regenerative Suit x 35
Points Reduced to… 3420!

I winced at seeing my points total dropping so low.

“The blueprints have been sent. You also retain a copy for yourself, of course.”

“Ohh, so we can make stuff!” Lucy said. “Can I see the list?”

“Yeah, sure,” I said.

Lucy grinned. “Okay so.. Boring, boring, creepy, ohh, is a Clothing Creation Fabricator a thing that makes clothes?”

“Based on a template, yes. I suspect that the corporations purchasing it will be stymied, at least temporarily, by the complexity of the models required to get the machine to function.”

“But we have a you,” Lucy said. “Could I show you pics of cute things then have you make them with this thing?”

“Certainly,” Myalis said.

I rubbed at my temples. “So, let’s change up the design of our room a little,” I said. “We’re going to need, like, a walk-in closet.”

“Does it make shoes?” Lucy asked.

“The Clothing Creation Fabricator can, yes.”

“A big walk-in closet,” I muttered.

We moved over towards the back of the room and where I imagined the armoury would be. I never fancied myself much of a gun-nut or anything like that. But the idea of having a room in my house entirely dedicated to weapons was kinda hot.

“Right, Myalis, can you place the creation engine right here.” I gestured, raising and lowering both arms as if dropping a big box on the ground.

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“Certainly. Let me just verify that the structure can support its weight.”

“How big is this thing?” I asked.

“It’s approximately two meters long, two high, and three wide.”

“Damn, that’s big,” I said. “We need like, a couple of feet of clearance all around, right? Where’s the bit where you dump stuff in?”