The foot engineer

by Gio Multipod   

Foot engineers play very important roles in Piedina, because they help make the already remarkable lives of boytaurs even more remarkable.

Martin stirred from his sleep as the first rays of morning light filtered through the blinds. He stretched his many feet in all directions, savoring the feeling of soft sheets against his skin. With a contented sigh, he rolled out of bed, his front left wristfoot reaching out to switch off the alarm.

Starting his morning ritual, Martin walked to the bathroom, his middle and hindmost anklefeet guiding him steadily while his front anklefeet reached up to grab his toothbrush and toothpaste from the shelf. As he brushed his teeth, his front left anklefoot held the toothpaste tube, ensuring a steady flow, while his front right anklefoot checked his reflection in the mirror. His wristfeet were free to adjust the faucet and handle other bathroom necessities.

Once he was clean and fresh, Martin moved to his closet to get dressed. His front left wristfoot selected a crisp white shirt, while his front right wristfoot grabbed a pair of well-fitted trousers. His hindmost anklefeet helped him slip into his trousers with ease, while his middle anklefeet buttoned up his shirt. With practiced coordination, his front left anklefoot pulled on his belt and buckled it, completing his outfit.

In the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted him. His partner, Paolo, had already prepared breakfast. Martin’s front left wristfoot grabbed a mug, while his front right wristfoot poured the steaming coffee. His middle and hindmost anklefeet moved gracefully as he navigated the kitchen, picking up a plate of toast and eggs that Paolo had left on the counter. The couple sat together at the table, their front wristfeet holding utensils while their front anklefeet held their coffee mugs, enjoying a quiet, intimate breakfast.

After breakfast, it was time to head to work. Martin and Paolo walked to the garage, their front anklefeet positioned behind their heads, freeing their wristfeet to open the car doors and handle any small tasks that came up. Martin settled into the driver’s seat, his hindmost anklefeet finding the pedals, and his middle anklefeet grasping the steering wheel. Paolo mirrored this position in the passenger seat, his own front anklefeet comfortably stretched behind his head.

As they drove through the serene streets of Piedina, Martin’s front right anklefoot occasionally waved to friends they passed, while his front left anklefoot held his travel mug, allowing him to sip his coffee without distraction. Paolo chatted animatedly, their middle anklefeet skillfully steering and managing the vehicle.

Arriving at Paolo’s office, Martin leaned over with his front left wristfoot to open the passenger door for his partner. “Have a great day, love,” he said with a smile, his front right wristfoot giving Paolo’s front left wristfoot a gentle squeeze.

“You too, Martin. Good luck with the chip today,” Paolo replied, returning the squeeze with his own front right wristfoot.

With a final wave of his front right anklefoot, Martin drove the remaining distance to his laboratory. Once parked, he used his front left wristfoot to grab his bag from the back seat, then stepped out of the car with the fluid grace typical of boytaurs.

Inside the lab, Martin greeted his fellow engineers with cheerful nods and friendly waves of his front right anklefoot. He quickly checked the supplies and inventory, his wristfeet deftly handling clipboards and pens, while his middle anklefeet opened cabinets and drawers. Satisfied that everything was in order, he chatted briefly with his colleagues about the latest projects and developments.

In his personal workstation, Martin settled in to work on his latest project: a revolutionary chip designed to regulate the temperature of boytaur feet independently of their bodies. His front left wristfoot delicately handled the physical chip, using precision tools to make fine adjustments. Meanwhile, his front right wristfoot navigated the computer, inputting complex lines of code to program the chip. His hindmost and middle anklefeet kept the workstation tidy, organizing files and preparing materials such as cutting aluminum foil sheets to the required dimensions.

As he worked, Martin’s front left wristfoot held a soldering iron, carefully attaching tiny components to the chip, while his front right wristfoot typed commands into the computer. His middle left anklefoot reached into a drawer to retrieve more foil sheets, which his middle right anklefoot then cut to size with a pair of scissors. The hindmost anklefeet swept away any debris, ensuring a clean and efficient workspace.

By lunchtime, Martin had made significant progress on both the chip and its programming. He headed to the break room where he found the pasta Paolo had lovingly prepared for him. Using his front left wristfoot, he opened the container and started eating, his front right wristfoot holding a fork. He exchanged pleasantries with other engineers, their conversations punctuated by laughter and the gentle tapping of toes against the floor.

After lunch, Martin realized he needed additional supplies for his project. He decided to head to the supply warehouse on the other side of the compound. Walking to the garage, his front anklefeet swung behind his head, ready for driving once again. Martin climbed into a forklift, his hindmost anklefeet taking control of the pedals and his middle anklefeet managing the steering. His wristfeet handled the various controls, guiding the forklift smoothly across the compound.

At the warehouse, Martin’s front left wristfoot opened the door and he quickly located the items he needed. His remarkable flexibility allowed him to stretch his front anklefeet to reach high shelves, while his middle and hindmost anklefeet kept him stable. With his front right wristfoot, he loaded the supplies onto the forklift and drove back to his workstation.

Back at his desk, Martin resumed his work with renewed focus. One pair of wristfeet continued to work on the physical chip, soldering components with precision, while the other pair programmed the chip. His middle anklefeet assembled the new machine he had brought from the warehouse, following the instructions with practiced ease. The hindmost anklefeet continued to clean and organize the workspace, ensuring everything remained tidy and efficient.

After two more hours of diligent work, Martin completed the chip and assembled the machine. He placed the chip into the machine and connected it to the computer for final programming. As the machine began to finalize the chip, Martin allowed himself a moment of satisfaction, knowing he was contributing to yet another enhancement for boytaurs.

By 4:30 p.m., Martin’s workday was over. He returned to his car, his front left wristfoot opening the door and his middle anklefeet guiding him inside. He drove to Paolo’s office, eager to surprise his partner with a special dinner.

“Hey, Paolo! Ready for a surprise?” Martin called out as Paolo climbed into the car.

Paolo’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “What’s the surprise?”

“You’ll see,” Martin replied with a playful smile, his front right anklefoot giving Paolo a friendly tap.

They drove to Paolo’s favorite all-you-can-eat sushi restaurant. Martin had pre-booked a table, ensuring they would have a wonderful evening. The restaurant was bustling with activity, chefs using their many feet to prepare sushi and sashimi with meticulous precision. Waiters moved gracefully through the space, their wristfeet and anklefeet ensuring the buffet stations were perfectly stocked.

Martin and Paolo navigated the buffet stations, their front wristfeet selecting a variety of dishes while their middle anklefeet carried their plates. They marveled at the array of sushi, dim sum, and desserts, all crafted with the skillful movements of the chefs’ feet. At the drink station, Martin’s front left wristfoot poured a glass of local beer, which he handed to Paolo with a smile.

Seated at their table, the couple enjoyed their meal, using their wristfeet to eat and their anklefeet to share intimate touches. Paolo’s front right anklefoot gently brushed against Martin’s, a silent expression of their bond.

“Thank you for this, Martin. It’s perfect,” Paolo said, his eyes shining with happiness.

“Anything for you, love,” Martin replied, his front right wristfoot reaching across the table to hold Paolo’s.

After dinner, they drove home, content and happy. They went through their pre-bed rituals, their wristfeet and anklefeet working in harmonious coordination. As they lay in bed, their front anklefeet entwined in a tender embrace, Martin and Paolo dozed off, ready to face another day together.

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