014: Tinker

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The stop was like every frontier town: Dusty, with not much visible from the air but the ruins. She set the airship down on the flat expanse of a former megastore.

Her propellers were all the advertising she needed. Within five minutes, townsfolk were congregating, carrying broken-down electronics and walking motorcycles. She'd repair what she could here, buy some of the rest, and take a few orders, in case she found parts someplace else. Maybe they'd be even buy something.

In a week, she'd take off again, headed for the next town. There was still so much to fix.

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