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ELEVATE ME TO THE COSMOS; THE EXCITNG WORLD OF SPACE ELEVATOR REPAIRMEN
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Light Years away from earth, the interstellar Colony-stations had joined the slow graceful dance of the stars. Vast expanses of the finest in human engineering now housed billions of human beings, whose great grand parents had long ago left the earth.
To preserve energy, rather than have clumsy stairs in a place where gravity isn't always constant, instead, there is an advanced network of SPACE ELEVATORS as the primary method of transport both around the Colony-Stations.

To maintain these amazing Elevators, only the elite are chose to be SPACE ELEVATOR REPAIRMEN.
Equipped with an intricate knowledge of Levitronics, an uncanny sense of direction concerning the Elevator Networks, and the quick thinking necessary to take care of things when things start to get messy. The SPACE ELEVATOR REPAIRMEN are an Integral force in making sure the Colony-Stations run Smoothly.

DO YOU HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO MAINTAIN AN ELEVATOR IN SPACE?
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Herb Squinted and rubbed his eyes, in the dull halflit glow of the "morning". (Stations turned off the artificial day both to conserve power, and encourage rest, and discourage mental distress leading in psychotic breakdowns.)
His shift didn't start for another three hours, but he was currently in a war with Shaver to be the first one on the job.
Dang if he didn't love her intense enthusiasm, but as Team Supervisor, Herb liked to make sure he was first on the job. It sent a good message of dependability. Or such was Herb's opinion.
He Chewed a Chocolate, Kelp, Acai and Oatmeal breakfast bar thoughtfully as he examined the day's schedule.

First thing first they needed to do a Tune up on one of the main lines.Herbert stopped in his tracks and kicked his heels togther, uttering a squeal of joy. There were seven main shafts running through all twenty levels of the station, as a general rule five were running on any given day. Today four were running and it was up to Herb and his team to get the platform tuned, and the shaft running smooth and silky before the rush backed things up too hell.

After THAT was through there, were jammed shafts and busted platforms all over the level. It looked like he was going to have to divide up the Crew. He did the math in his head... Frank was competent, but a little meek, but he could see him and Shaver making a good pair. Or a natural disaster.
But Reg was too new on the job to stick him with anyone but Herb himself.... So thats the way it was going to have to be.
Herb opened the door of the shop and turned the coffee pot on. Then he unwrapped another Breakfast Bar to wait for his crew to show up.
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Reg stared at his ceiling fan, as he had been doing for the past eight hours, unable to sleep. He couldn't put his finger on why he couldn't, after-all, he didn't feel nervous or anything in starting a new job, anything would be better than his last one. Maybe it was just as simple as he didn't need to, or particularly want to. Not like he needed much if any he reminded himself, every three rotations of his fan.

Finally deciding that productivity might just be exactly what he needed to get some sleep, he began his morning ritual of falling out of bed onto the rough carpet, combat crawling to his bathroom, shower curtains still being viewed with some suspicion since the Cave Johnson days, and upon seeing all was relatively calm, he washed his face and got dressed, and headed to his kitchen area. Opening the refrigeration unit, and realizing he had never really had sense when it came to eating, or food shopping, proceeded to mix an instant breakfast packet with a carbonated beverage. Reg then stood still for a moment, regarding the concoction, and quickly downed it, cringing heroically for several seconds as his body tried to process just what the hell was doing to himself.

After several tense moments, he suddenly straightened up, grabbed his tool belt, then suspiciously glanced around his housing unit before retrieving his Derringer from an old fashion cookie jar and placing it securely within his jumpsuit. He opened the front door, stopping for a quick second to make sure his reflection in the mirror was indeed following him before he headed out, ready to begin the first day of his new job, or death sentence as his parole officer likened it too.
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Xavičre "Shaver" (As Herb liked to refer to her) von Grimmelshausen stood with her back against the cool tile wall of her shower, relishing the warm beating of the water as it pounded gently against the supple flesh of her pale and somewhat delicate form. She'd gotten up only a few minutes ago, but wanted to beat Herb to the job this morning. The man was simply not serious enough. None of them were serious enough. She might as well be running the entire station herself. There wasn't a single doubt in her mind that she wouldn't be able to. Turning off the water and stepping out of the shower, she brushed her teeth quickly and proceeded to don her uniform, pulling still wet golden hair out from the neckline of her jumpsuit.

Slipping her glasses on last, she grabbed a quick nutrient bar on her nightstand before leaving. Nougat, barley, and and cinnamon for flavor. Yum. Dashing down the hall, desperate to beat Herb, she made her way to the Main Lines a bit too late. Herb's rotund presence had already made itself known. She hated having to work for these people. She was far too intelligent to be working here, even if it did make her father happy.

"Worker von Grimmelshausen reporting in, sir." Shaver murmured in a somewhat subdued tone, "What is my assignment today, Sir?" she ran a hand through her damp hair, the wet golden sheets falling slick over her right shoulder, making a large wet stain on her chest as the sheer evidence she was rushing to arrive before him, and her disappointment at having lost.
"You're only given a little spark of madness. You mustn't lose it." ~ (Robin Williams)
"The less we deserve good fortune, the more we hope for it." ~ (Moličre)

"In conclusion, there is no conclusion. Things go on as they always were, getting weirder all the time." ~ (Principia Discordia)
"I've aged, but I don't think I've grown up." ~ (Helena Bonham Carter)
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The shop's sliding doors dully slid open once again, Francis walking in while rubbing his eyes. At first he had flagrantly refused to take part in his co-workers' insane early arrival one-upmanship contest, but soon enough they had dragged him in. The station's Day cycle had barely started and here they all were.

"Hi, guys", he sang with that naggy housewife tone probably hiding several layers of scorn and sarcasm and unsavory feelings under it. Walking over to the coffee dispenser, the thud of his polished shoes accompanied the jangling of his oversized Hover Belt. Pouring himself the first of many mugs of caffeine to come for the day, he eyed Herb, who was staring at him, while munching on one of those horrible concentrate bars that he called breakfast.

Christ why was he so chipper all the time? Was he a robot? Had they been led by a robot all this time?

Then there was the new arrival. He didn't even want to think about it. Put a dangerous convict on parole! Make him work as an elevator repairman in a residential space station! Give him a gun, just for poops and giggles! What had their justice system come to? Hopefully they wouldn't be partnered up, the resulting anxiety might bring back his hernia.

Thankfully there was Xŕviere, a lady far too refined for the company that surrounded her. Although they didn't always see eye-to-eye, and didn't talk much for that matter, he reserved a kind of respect for her that he could simply not muster for his other co-workers. She was pretty, smart, logical and probably, like, of European descent or something.

"Care for a cup o' joe?" He asked with the nicest smile he could summon this early in the morning, more in Xavičre's general direction than anyone else's. This was going to be a long day. They all were.
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