075: The Photographer

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After the plant closed, he found himself unceremoniously retired, and depressed. With nothing else to do, he spent his mornings by the Falls, watching the water flow ceaselessly past, constantly eating away at the rock and making electricity for towns he'd never be able to afford to visit.
He watched the tourists come from all across the world to visit the place he lived, and would someday die. He watched them fumble with their cameras, from chunky Kodaks to pocket-sized digicams to cell phones.
He learned to ask 'Would you like me to take your picture?' in thirty languages.

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