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Title: The Faulty Replicator
Author: jsblume
Style/Genre Humor / - Not Listed / Science Fiction
Description: A cable joiner is fed up with a faulty replicator and decides to quit
Notes: Write a Science Fiction piece about a cable joiner who becomes a vagrant. At some point, the cable joiner must appear in a barbershop and encounter a fish (not necessarily at the same time).

Stan removed the cape and shook the loose hair from it. He then removed the neck strip and tossed it in the trash.

"All set," he said, handing Rick a mirror.

Rick took the mirror and checked the back.

"Looks good," Rick said. "Thanks!"

Rick jaunted out of the barbershop, brushing at the part in his hair to make sure it was still there. He signaled for the turbolift and picked at his uniform, pulling at stray hairs. The turbolift arrived, and he took it down to the maintenance section to pick up his tool belt and next assignment.

"Damn replicators!" he said.

"What’s up?" Mack asked.

"Ah, it’s the second time this week I’ve had to repair the cable for the main replicator unit on the promenade."

"Customers are rough on ‘em!"

"You can say that again." Rick grabbed a bag of spare cable segments and headed out.

The main replicator was in the large cafeteria on the first floor of the promenade. It got the most use, therefore it required frequent repair. When Rick got arrived, there was a long line of grumbling customers.

"I’ll have it up in a snap," he said, smiling at them.

Rick pulled out the replicator and noticed the split cable right away.

"How the heck do these things break, anyway?" he muttered to himself.

Turning off the power, he quickly replaced the broken segment. He pushed the replicate back into place and restored power.

"Okay, let’s test this thing. One poached salmon, please."

As soon as the meal materialized, the replicator spit out a bunch of sparks and smoke, and the power went out.

"What the...?"

Rick grabbed the replicator to pull it out of the wall again, and received a severe shock.

"Yeow!" He recoiled, shaking his hand to numb the pain. "That’s it! I quit!"

Rick pulled off his belt and stormed away.

"Hey!" one of the customers called after him. "What about our dinner?"

"Too bad!" Rick called over his shoulder. "I’ve had enough of working for a living!"

Copyright @2013 by jsblume. All rights reserved.
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