Un: TerribleTinkerer | Text

[badnewsandshitlist]

If money has no meaning here, then what do people do with themselves? Adventure for the sport of it? Build things only to watch them gather dust?

I prefer problems that bite back or explode in my hands, but it seems difficult to call that work in a place where every need is already seen to.

So. What passes for an occupation here—when merit and coin are both irrelevant?

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[rudelanguage]

[keeping the voice:] I thought this was about your career prospects.

[badnewsandshitlist]

My career prospects are already secure. I irritate, I tinker, and I excel at both.

[A pause, deliberate, letting the self-satisfaction settle.]

Some people call that a flaw. I prefer to call it success.

And you? What future are you plotting, besides doing my voice better than I do?

[rudelanguage]

[dropping back to Pending.exe:] Why do you care?

[badnewsandshitlist]

Why would I care? I do not, not really.

[His voice smooths, almost playful.]

I only find it entertaining to speculate. Other people's problems are fascinating.

[rudelanguage]

Isn't being here at all problem enough to keep you busy?

[badnewsandshitlist]

Oh, more than enough. But I have always been greedy. One problem never quite satisfies.

[rudelanguage]

That...sounds exhausting.

[badnewsandshitlist]

Exhausting? No. Delightful. Problems are fuel. They sharpen the teeth, steady the hand. Without them I would be far more dangerous.

What do you do to sharpen your teeth so to say?

[rudelanguage]

[ummmm ackkkkkkshully aS a CHanGeLiNG they can just MAKE sharp teeth

a long beat.]

...Bone?

[badnewsandshitlist]

Bone. How very… resourceful.

[A pause, the weight of amusement and something sharper behind it.]

Though I was speaking metaphorically. I forget how literal some people prefer to be.

[rudelanguage]

[annoyed:] Metaphor of what? Just talk normal.