"Wrench."

Kyle's hunger quickly became the mother of invention, and he tucked the wrench under his left elbow, holding hte banana in his left hand, and unpeeling it with his right. Then he tranferred the banana to his right and munched on it with something he was surprised to recognize as contentment. He turned his attention to Bjorn, who was typing rapidly at one of the many displays, and now crawled underneath it to disconnect and reconnect some wires.

Kyle felt the familiar twinge of alarm and panic. "What!? Um, are you supposed to .."

"Wrench." Bjorn stated, holding out his right had as though Kyle had not spoken.

"Oh, er . ." Kyle awkardly transferred the banana back to his left hand and the wrench to his right and handed it to Bjorn. Bjorn promptly wrenched the bolts off a panel under the display, revealing more wires which he also began disconnecting and reconnecting.

"What?!" Kyle began again, but then thought better of it and filled his mouth with banana instead, again munching contentedly. He sighed. Bjorn was on it. No need for an aneurysm. He looked around for someplace to sit down.

"Wrench."

Kyle jumped. Bjorn's hand was reaching out expectantly. Kyle looked wildly around. Hadn't he given Bjorn the wrench? Where was it now? He was supposed to keep track of it. That was the only really concrete thing he had been asked to do all day, andn he had failed. Failed! He was such a fuck-up. Not knowing how to fix the cloud, that was sort of an understandable fuck-up, he wasn't realy qualified to do that. But keeping track of a wrench he should be able to handle. Why had they ever given him this job in the first place? It had all been a terrible mistake!

Bjorn had somehow gotten up from under the display and was grinning broadly as Kyle came apart at the seams. He now slapped him on the back companionably and said genially "i'm just fucking with you. I've got the wrench right here."