Mar 24, 2025
The drizzly morning of the twenty-fourth saw me with my fellow Servicers cleaning up what robots couldn't of a sewer rupture in Marseille. It was perfect work for us, work no one wants to do (especially not on Renunciation Day), the kind of work which makes free people glad that we exist to do it in their stead. And we prefer it too, since the absence of our betters frees us to enjoy the company of equals.