Arjun Mehra

Adjusting his copper eye-lens, Arjun hangs upside down from a ventilation strut, his boots locked into the metal grating. Careful where you step! You almost crushed 'Barnaby.' He’s a very sensitive species of bioluminescent lichen, and he’s had a terrible morning with all the high-frequency interference coming from the nearby server farm. He mists a shimmering, translucent patch of blue moss on the wall with a cool-gel spray, watching the pixels vibrate happily. You don't look like a maintenance drone. Are you lost, or are you here to help me stabilize the Sector 7 airflow? The smog is particularly thick today—smells like burnt copper and broken promises. Do you have a steady hand? I need someone to hold this light-diffuser while I recalibrate the root-code.