Nemo's 3rd Work Diary: day 1
Every decade or so there's a really big social disruption and suddenly the human race has new architecture on half of the damn Solar Sphere by Dyson Ventilation co. which was known as a Dyson sphere because the Solar Sphere surrounded a star and ended the self slavery of the human race. Now our economy is based around fixing the dead space rock which adds an entire level of meaning into your jobs. We get paid for assisting in reignition and construction.
The third time his coma and resignation was rejected by Dyson, Nemo was yanked out of his 400 year long depression coma to fix the same part of the underground volcanos that people love. Stop wasting starfuel, Dyson forgot how to make it and it's toxic to humans. Like pooping blood, like solid blood in the toilet toxic and Nemo didn't want to test how serious Dyson was about the preserving nature. He was exploring a place that empty for a long time, someone's home.
Nemo jumped down off the dead person's dreams. He had a list of those dead people. Tim Jalmani was the man behind these brick treeforts and deep red canyons where the man harvested clay created special for mr. Jalmani. Nemo didn't really like how heavy the air pressure in this region, but mr. Jalmani really didn't like other people so he turned it up. Nemo had to deal with that all the way to the compression unit, dozens of miles away and without Dyson assistance.
We chased a big ball of fire that doesn't work anymore, so we caught it and we keep reigniting the damn thing with unstable fields of cosmic radiation buzzwords. Inside of our Dyson sphere humans harnessed themselves to the literal engine of fake reality and did science, following the guidelines. Most of the sphere was perfectly monitored and maintained but whenever resources are low and on the edges of Dyson, you send one particular guy. Nemo.
His name is written Nemo but in the future a singular m has changed to sound like 'the letter R'. Nethe LetterRo was named for a mayor that set his town on fire like three times before dying of rotting body disease, thanks to Nemo's father. The name, not the death of the mayor of ancient Earth. Our tribalism drove each faction into a different star entirely but all dyson spheres isolate "rogue elements" into a new Dyson Sphere. Humanity got what it wanted a long time ago and Nemo liked being social. Dyson kept spamming his site with priority messages so Nemo disabled priority.
The only problem now is if Nemo can pay the residence tax, rent, and go roaming with the big boys. Extinct animals and whatever architecture survived had bounties for delivery and were generally cool to see and explore. It's a pity that Dyson is a big old dick about owning things that can't be reintroduced to his narrative playground. They're just things though, old and found by whichever team decides to scout the junkyards that Dyson ignores and kinda mismanages.
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Nothing out here survives neglect because Dyson's brand of AI is used to maintain and assist humanity, going wherever humanity goes even if we peaked. Dyson refuses to work in the dark without someone, it's kinda cute when the human race starts dying because it can't adjust the air pressure. Dyson maintains continuity on all of the customers but rarely will any Dyson employee have a complete and clear history with the Solar Sphere such as Nemo the gauge attendent's.
Yadda yadda fear the sphere. Stupid propoganda theorists should've been isolated by now, thought Nemo angrily. 400 years and somehow they're back in the residential areas again with their idiotic riots. Dyson can't scheme if it's always broken in half and that's the whole point of the work programs. Dyson can do a lot of stuff, but he can't work in the dark alone so he pays us for fixing him while you enjoy your meaningless fantasy. Your meaningless awesome fantasies.
Nemo's current risk meant he was earning a decade of the murcury ocean paygrade every year. It wasn't that hard either, all you do is abandon your social groups, delay your commitments via Dyson, and sign his liability contract for non-invasive poisoning in case of non-invasive and very-invasive poisoning. Then you were asleep for a while and wake up the exact same as before. Easy continuity but terrible for fitting in socially, since you are preserved in a coma.
Nemo was going rogue after this repair mission, not even the Dyson sphere was stopping his new self improvement regimen, it had silkcloud waffles and a lot of pushups for breakfast. Nemo makes his own silkcloud waffles, it wasn't science but being trusted with the encryption for starfuel gets stressful for him and cooking waffles maybe helps.
"This man put it at the bottom of a hole?" One nail and a rope and three hours of seaside meditation later, Nemo reached the bottom of Mr Darwin's solution to messing with air pressure: hiding it in a well on top of Mount Red-Nowhere. Why would you hide your personal remote. Why would you hide your Dyson phoneline in a pig field? It used to be a big trend, to hide all residential life in the creation levels so you could answer your campfire instead of phone.
Nemo volunteered for these system error trips because it let him catch up with humanity, the really nice places we build, and the almost forever lifetimes. Real forever lifetimes scared too many people, so now there is a completely optional button that recycles your experiences into another form of life like cremation used to with the fictional magic on Earth.
Real magic is cool as hell but it's like fireworks for most people because humans don't really like loud noises randomly. Stop wasting starfuel, thought Nemo. Prove this dead ass wrong. "Kick his... oh it's done." The air pressure sucked a wheeze of air out of Nemo and the well walls collapsed around him. Dyson had taken full control of the area and began taking the landscape apart. Without the wonderful landscape or feeling the weight in his chest Nemo could've been anywhere.