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Modifying Basroil was more expensive than a recruit in the military could afford. So on his off days, Jinto took part time jobs...
[1]
...delivering handmade, artisanal food to rich foodie hipsters willing to pay the extra price for something that didn't come out of a replicator. After so many cute/twee/witty mustaches and beards embellished with the tiny holographic logos of the wearer's favorite bands, he began to miss the Star Forces, where facial hair was often a genetic impossibility. He also didn't enjoy having to persuade someone to pay him or not take the order rather than attempting to trade him for it in hoverscooter parts or objets d'art. On the plus side he supposed he was meeting some of the luminaries of the local underground art scene.
[2]
...ushering and cleaning up (that was, supervising the robots that did the actual cleaning) at a tri-D theater. He was beginning to develop an encyclopedic knowledge of the snacking needs of every species on board. After hours he'd stay and watch one himself, if he had nothing else to do.
[3]
...doing freelance accounting for small businesses, ranging from the bouergoise (handwritten letters in calligraphy or its equivalent in a number of galactic languages) to the depraved ("I'm sorry, when you said that those restraints are a business expense and not a personal one, what exactly where you trying to imply?") and everything in between. Maybe yours?
[1]
...delivering handmade, artisanal food to rich foodie hipsters willing to pay the extra price for something that didn't come out of a replicator. After so many cute/twee/witty mustaches and beards embellished with the tiny holographic logos of the wearer's favorite bands, he began to miss the Star Forces, where facial hair was often a genetic impossibility. He also didn't enjoy having to persuade someone to pay him or not take the order rather than attempting to trade him for it in hoverscooter parts or objets d'art. On the plus side he supposed he was meeting some of the luminaries of the local underground art scene.
[2]
...ushering and cleaning up (that was, supervising the robots that did the actual cleaning) at a tri-D theater. He was beginning to develop an encyclopedic knowledge of the snacking needs of every species on board. After hours he'd stay and watch one himself, if he had nothing else to do.
[3]
...doing freelance accounting for small businesses, ranging from the bouergoise (handwritten letters in calligraphy or its equivalent in a number of galactic languages) to the depraved ("I'm sorry, when you said that those restraints are a business expense and not a personal one, what exactly where you trying to imply?") and everything in between. Maybe yours?
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