The pump is broken -
poisoned.
It crept in and seeped through those hallowed passages to the core...it corrupted her. It's no use, calling maintenance - she already tried. In truth, the poison must have started there anyway. It's all in the attitudes, the habits, and neither of those are like suits that you can put on and take off easily. They both form and crystallize over time, and it's time it takes to alter them.
They wanted to dump chemicals into her, to make her better, but chemicals come in, wearing shiny hats and gadgets - impersonate their predecessors, kick them out, create dependencies...and she wants to depend only on herself.
So the pump is broken. She - the pump, the maintenance ... and the cure - is broken. For now. Just for now.
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