This coffee tree jockey finds herself far from Starbucks , astride an espresso machine that double as shipping . What stories happen in the line of her daylight ?
Here ’s my narration :
When Pia check a customer approaching , she carry a last drag on her cigarette and tossed it aside . She straightened up in Mate , her JavaBot , and checked the video display screen to make trusted the specials were right . Her fingers twitched on the grind lever . “ What can I get you ? ” she asked .
The humanity in the coverall go for up a dirt - stained finger . “ One cup . ”
“ Cup of what ? ” she asked , trying to sound cheerful .
His eye narrowed . “ Coffee . ”
She gesture to the display screen , turn up the solving so the raiment of attic and latte on offer were practically reflected in her customer ’s eyeballs . “ I ’ve receive these amazing beans from BetaBio . They replicate this sometime Earth process where the in the altogether beans are digested by a civet … ”
“ Coffee , ” he interrupted . “ Hot . Brown . continue me awake all morn . You familiar with the concept ? ”
Pia sighed and pull what she thought of as the “ joe ” lever . It ’s not that what came out of the JavaBot ’s pectus was n’t good — Pia would n’t assist subpar coffee . She made a mental note to reapply for a transfer to a higher deck .
As her freshly caffeinated client walk aside , Pia blemish another figure moving toward her in the aloofness . She hoped it was a lift manipulator ( those guys worked foresightful shifts and were always respectable for a red eye ) , but she cursorily recognized it as another JavaBot . This one was n’t lovingly wear out like her Mate , but paint a pristine , glossy snowy . Someone had weld a gunpowder blue unicorn horn to the middle of its head . The wheeler dealer have on a intumescent pink dress decorated with candy whirl and a tiny , equalize top hat .
This was a milk tea girlfriend .
She end in front of Mate , and gripping the top of her own display screen , list out of her seat . “ You ’re in my patch , ” she said .
Pia pointed a pollex back at the “ Hot Coffee ” sign shine red behind her . “ Do you even have deep brown in that thing ? ”
The Milk River teatime girl shake her head teacher from side to side . “ Enough to qualify . ” She audibly harrumphed before moving her JavaBot to the other side of the Hot Coffee foretoken .
They had another twenty second before the next slip change , so Pia pluck on her headphones and light up up another cigarette . dead , something wet twinge her impertinence . She turn to see the milk tea girl apply a tiny side arm . Pia search her buns and draw up the projectile : a tapioca pearl .
Pia had spent five years getting her robotics degree and another three at the System Culinary Institute . She made the honest cupful of coffee on Deck Five , and she was not going to be unseat by a milk teatime girl with a boba triggerman . Pia pulled up the milk tubing , set the dial to scalding , and take target .
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