The Department of Fixing Stuff has opened its doors to prospective applicants. Thousands of minimum wage jobs overwhelmed the majority of bankrupt souls. Among those broke souls was a soul that was close to a second death. Popi jumped up and down. He wanted to worship the department for its mercy. "A job! A blessing from the lord! I will be able to afford proper food!" The requirements were pretty much nonexistent. Popi shed invisible tears of happiness from getting a job. Popi didn't know anything about his new job. He had just received his very first task. "Perform Maintenance procedures on XX" Popi tilted his head. "Huh? What procedures? Where in the universe is that?"
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