>Which reminds me, it occurred to me the other day, as I was out in the
>absolute ass-end of nowhere and came across a row of vending
>machines--who maintains them? Does somebody in a jumpsuit come into
>my apartment every now and then to stock up the burrito machine? Or
>is it supplied by some kind of automated system built into the space
>between floors of the megabuilding? And what about the ones out in
>the Badlands, and wedged into the darkest, farthest alleys of the
>city?

It could be another one of the noodle ghosts, but this one just happens to like burritos.