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Brickworker’s Lament (BR)
Lore section: brickworkerslament
betterruins:brickworkerslament
· from betterruins
A brickworker’s personal account of labor, blame, and resentment within the estate.
Found in structures (1)
bookshelf: a lore bookshelf for this section; placed: this exact book sits in a container or on the ground; random loot: a loot roll in the structure can produce it. Read from the structure's schematics, so it shows where the game can put it, not a drop chance.
| Structure | Kind | How it is found |
|---|---|---|
| calix | storystructure | placed |
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Everything automated through these locusts and helpers and the occasional eidolon, but still we must remain at our stations. To provide our “expertise”, but with no involvement in the process itself…
No, we are mere scapegoats for when the contraptions invariably fail. We are given tasks that are insultingly simple, yet leave us entirely responsible. It’s you who activated the automaton, so it’s you who are at fault for its failures.
I think I would have preferred if they had simply let us go, but instead we sit around waiting. Waiting for the inevitable shift the locusts break down again. Waiting to take the blame for their failure. Once in a blue moon, they are unable to find a brickworker to fault, and they seek answers among the engineers. I’d heard how those meetings go, once, in passing. Every shortcoming blamed on Jonas Falx, and in the same breath they claim still that their designs are entirely their own.
Are these engineers so proud that they refuse to consider the possibility their artifice needs improvement, that their imitations are imperfect? I came from a proud line of masons, myself, but I take pride in stonework that can stand the test of time, not whatever novel trinket most impresses Gage Goldfinch.
I must remain in their good graces, though. During that same meeting I learned the Calix is nearing completion, and that soon we will all be living lives free of worry. So I will clench my teeth a little longer and turn on the automatons at the start of all my shifts, and pray to God that they keep working, so that I may keep working here in turn.
No, we are mere scapegoats for when the contraptions invariably fail. We are given tasks that are insultingly simple, yet leave us entirely responsible. It’s you who activated the automaton, so it’s you who are at fault for its failures.
I think I would have preferred if they had simply let us go, but instead we sit around waiting. Waiting for the inevitable shift the locusts break down again. Waiting to take the blame for their failure. Once in a blue moon, they are unable to find a brickworker to fault, and they seek answers among the engineers. I’d heard how those meetings go, once, in passing. Every shortcoming blamed on Jonas Falx, and in the same breath they claim still that their designs are entirely their own.
Are these engineers so proud that they refuse to consider the possibility their artifice needs improvement, that their imitations are imperfect? I came from a proud line of masons, myself, but I take pride in stonework that can stand the test of time, not whatever novel trinket most impresses Gage Goldfinch.
I must remain in their good graces, though. During that same meeting I learned the Calix is nearing completion, and that soon we will all be living lives free of worry. So I will clench my teeth a little longer and turn on the automatons at the start of all my shifts, and pray to God that they keep working, so that I may keep working here in turn.