If I ever again have to figure out how to program a cornucopia to produce pre-damaged goods, at least I won’t be starting from scratch.
I ventured outside Sanctuary today in pursuit of what records there were of the landing points of the refugee shipments that might have included my client’s family. As I said, there’s no data connectivity out there, and most have no use for currency, so I took goods for barter – ration bars, medicines, batteries, ammunition. Bad move. My disguise might have held up, but these people can spot new goods from a mile away.
Half the govgang I tried trading for information with wanted to grab me for ransom; the other half just wanted the cornucopia. I got a head start while they were debating the issue, but – well, fortunately the prefabs they were using still recognized the default configuration codes. No reason to change them without a local ‘net, I suppose. I only had to kill half a dozen to get away clean.
I’ll try the next target tomorrow – with appropriately resealed, used, and battered goods, to the eye, anyway. With luck, I won’t have to go back to that sector to find them.
– log of <trill-trill click-warble-whistle>, inquisitive, on Márch (Innia Rise)