>>Seated before this on a folding camp chair was a young woman in threadbare
>>jeans, worn army boots, and an old drover coat, a pair of tinted goggles
>>pushed up into her tousled green hair, her face set in a frown of
>>concentration as she delicately adjusted knobs and sliders.
>
>There's something so odd about a Vocaloid in tatty old survivors
>clothes.

On first reading, I was actually thinking of the scruffy shanty town Zefram Cochrane lived in during Star Trek: First Contact.

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