Inspiration: Steam Punk Fiction

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Crystal Word Vomit

Red sat down at the bench, his goggles fogging as he breathed new life into them for the forth time today. He wipes them with his handy blue rag and tosses it aside as he carefully places the goggles back on his grimy face. He sighs. Finally, he can see again. A single, firm knock can be heard followed by metal creaking and a beam of light filling the dark workshop.

"What the hell are you still doing down here?"

Red turns and sees Inta standing in the doorway, his usual greasy work pants and tank top replaced with a slick white suit. "I just have to finish this last part."

"Wrap it up will you?" Inta groans, "It'll still be there when we get back."

"Who said we're coming back?"

Inta stares at him as he continues to work, those lean muscles wasted on delicate tinkering. He casually strides towards Red and takes a flower out of his pocket, dangling it in front of his face.

"I heard these kind of things are goldmines. If we hurry, we can even go a second round at the buffet."

"Aren't you tired of pulling these schemes?" Red grunts, tightening a bolt on the side.

"Why would I be. I'd be throwing away a chance at a decent meal."

Red twirls a gear in his hands, his mind racing to find the right words. He feels Inta's cool fingertips run through his hair and he sighs, standing up to meet his gaze.

"I'm not going."

Inta drops his hand and sighs, "Why do you have to make things so difficult?"

"I'm tired of living on the run. There's an inventors fair tomorrow. If I can enter my invention, maybe I could-"

"What? Win something?"

Red looks at him, eyes full of hurt and determination. "Well yeah. What? You think I can't win?"

"I'm just saying that most people from the Seventh Sector are normally sent home within the first hour."

Red shakes his head and begins to storm away but Inta yanks his wrist and pulls him close into a kiss.

"But I think," he breathes, "that you would be the first person to give this raggedy town something to cheer for."

Red smiles, punching him in the arm. "You really think they'd let me in."

"Well you'd have to finish something first." Inta looks around at all the half finished gadgets lining the workshop shelves, wires and metal pieces covering every inch.

Red looks down at the table and picks up what looks like a metal box with pipes, "Don't worry. This one is already done."

"Does it work?"

"Only one way to find out."

End of Word Vomit

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