Sparks had had a busy day, yet again. The requirement to make machines that could support farming and needed little to no fuel, because there was too little of it for daily use to be feasible. As usual his hands were smashed up and he had an unnoticed smudge of grease up his long face. He didn’t much care about how he looked anyway, just that he needed a drink as he dropped onto a bar stool.
“Anything that won’t make me go blind please.” He asked