When you have an interest, you have something to enjoy in the humdrum of daily life. -- Anon Guest
Welcome to Podunk Station. Mind the legos. This is a natural result of leaving three to five Humans largely alone for long periods of time. Though their daily duties are many, Humans are naturally lazy and figured out how to streamline the humdrum necessities of daily existence... and then sought out new ways to keep busy during their non-active hours.
Fortunately, some of their organic crops' inedible remnants could be turned into organo-plastics. Which the Humans aboard Podunk Station commenced to do. They then used those plastics to print a seemingly infinite supply of modular building blocks.
That's when the true insanity had commenced. Colour was simply a matter of the correct chemical compounds, and the crew could essentially print any part they wanted, in any colour they wanted, whenever they wanted it. The crew of Podunk started making miniature scenery.
Little vehicles, little buildings, little construction sites with little figures in the middle of making the toy buildings. Little roads for the little vehicles to drive on the roads. Little fully-furnished dwellings with little figures going about their business in them. In short, a plastic microcosm, and every cubic centidu of it had a story behind it. Mostly because the crew had built this microcosm up from the beginnings of civilisation to a rough approximation of the present day.
Humanity has an amazing capacity for occupying itself with pure bullshit and making it both interesting and complicated. Relevancy is, after all, what the being involved makes of it.
For those who stop by Podunk Station for any emergency that it exists to serve, guests can opt in to hear the entire story of the plastic microcosm that is now spread through seventy percent of the station space. There is an audio tour for those who don't wish to interrupt the repair work by getting the techie responsible for a section to talk about it. Visitors must note, though, that an unoccupied techie much prefers to do the talking themselves. Those who avoid the personal touch may cause up to two Standard Weeks' worth of sulking.
 Centi-du: one one-hundredth of a Standard Distance Unit, or 'DU' for short. Roughly equivalent to a centimeter.
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