Chapter Twelve - Vending Machines

    Chapter Twelve - Vending Machines

    Our only goals are to help our vanguard, and in doing so, help humanity!

    -- Bleriot, AI companion of Three Swipes, in an interview with Cyberstar, January 2022

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    I glared at the vending machine. Are you serious? I asked.

    Lucy shrugged. She had a crutch in one hand and the other was pressed against the machine before her. Look, she said as she poked the screen next to the machine. She selected something from the top shelf, some sort of white-bread sandwich thing that was probably stale and stank of preservatives and yet still tasted stupidly okay.

    The screen flashed as soon as it finished connecting with her gear.

    TRANSACTION ACCEPTED!

    Okay? I asked.

    TRANSACTION DENIED!

    The machine stayed quiet. Lucy shook her fist, it looked as if she was about to punch the damned thing, but she held herself back. It was probably for the best. The more expensive vending machines had hidden tear gas sprayers to piss off vandals and the like.

    It even took my credits! Lucy said.

    I sighed. It was weird being more concerned about shitty sandwiches stuck in uncaring machines than the literal alien invasion going on, but there was little better to do. Marie had been right about the kids needing a break. It looked like every last one of them was lining up to take a piss while Marie and Baldy and that jock looking guy kept watch around the nearest corridors.

    Want me to try? I asked.

    You got more credits than I do? she asked.

    I shrugged a shoulder. Ive got... I frowned. About a grand? A bit less than that, in my account. Thats enough for, uh. I looked at the price of a sandwich and blanched. Thats enough for one of those. Damn. You tried twice?

    Three times, Lucy said.

    Right, I said. I stared at the ID logo set on the front of the machine and waited for my gear to finally clue in that I wanted something from it.

    I believe I will make encouraging you to upgrade some of your equipment a priority.

    Whys that? I asked.

    Lucy blinked at me. Is it working?

    Oh shoot, itll jam! Lucy said before dropping to her knees to empty the machine. The other machines in the little nock, one filled with sodas, the other eighteen different flavours of tap water, all started vomiting bottles and cans. The kids that had finished up already rushed over with yells of delight.

    I was about to praise Myalis when the machine before mes screen flashed and the bored face of some thirty-something Asian man appeared. Please place all items from the defective machine to the side until a Chillmaster representative can repair the machine. Taking any items from this device would be theft, and will be punished with the full power of Chiimasters legal and paralegal defence squad.

    Is this thing live? I asked.

    It is, the man said. Are you the perpetrator of this crime? Please identify yourself for the record.

    Yeah, no. You wont be getting any reps around here. Alien incursion and all. Should be on the news.

    Even in times of great emergency, it is still a violation of our TOS to remove the contents of our machines without--

    I glared at the machine and pulled out my Trench Master. What they said about hammers and nails meant that hitting things with your hammer worked some of the time, I figured.

    Is there a discount for pissed off Samurai? I asked. Because I don''t know if anyone has invented a gun that can shoot people through cameras, but I''m willing to give it a try.

    The man stared for a moment, then looked off to the side. The click clack of a tactile keyboard came through for a moment before his eyes widened. Ah, please forgive Chillmaster corp, miss Samurai. Your intrusion software didnt announce itself as belonging to you. Please take the contents of this machine, and any other, as a free sample from Chillmaster, and please consider doing business with us in the future.

    The image winked out.

    What? I asked.

    Did you just scare that guy into giving us free stuff? Lucy asked. It came out garbled on account of the sandwich she was still chewing on.

    I stared at my gun, then at the vending machine. I guess?

    We should go shopping, Lucy said.

    Theres an apocalyptic alien invasion going on, I said.

    You just dont like shopping, Lucy shot back. Ask Myalis if she likes shopping.

    I do.

    No, I said. Im... you make sure the kids are fed and stuff. Im going to go scout ahead. Like I should have been doing before someone asked for help getting a sandwich.

    Lucy actually had the good grace to look ashamed, then she ruined it by gesturing my way with her sandwich as if it was a peace offering. The puppy-dog-eyes didnt help any.

    Im going before nun-girl tells me that Im bad at my new job. I said as I turned around. I snatched a can of soda out of the hands of one of the nearest brats and stomped off.

    I cringed a few steps later. It was diet.

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