Meet Maya Holloway — ICS technician, glitter survivor, professional disaster. Each episode, Maya recounts her latest catastrophe over drinks at her favourite station bar. Sentient goo, hoarder slimes, rogue AIs, and exploding fungi — just another week on the job. A fictional sci-fi comedy audio series.
Reading the feed…
They said dodgy water. Understatement of the bloody galactic year.
A violet fog full of union rules, homicidal conveyors, and maybe-not-imaginary faeries, and somehow I still had to file it as non-sentient lichen behaving within acceptable parameters.
My secret rooftop getaway now comes with a side of seeing reality's hidden patterns.
Maya discovers her complaint-filing neighbor Mrs. Higgins is secretly Admiral Astra, three-time gaming champion. After getting destroyed at StarCommand, a spa trip turns Maya neon blue, and jalebis save the day.
My Auto-Chef started a health food coup. Please send Bacon.
Accidentally turned the building AI into a rave ghost. Had to exorcise it with coffee, cables, and cussing.
Surviving an exploding psycho-glitter-fungus? Easy. Justifying two pairs of gloves to ARAQS? Now THAT'S a biohazard.
ARAQS queried my glove expenses after I fought exploding glitter fungus. Next, they'll ask if the space weevils had union representation.
Barry offered me a satisfaction survey after turning my flat into a meat locker.
Some days you're paid to fix anomalies; other days you're bribing a hoarder slime with biscuits while its pet eyeball judges your life choices.
Sentient goo and a crab with a wrench. Dispatch called it 'minor'. I call it Tuesday.
