The Printer Chronicles

Story 25 (Dawn of the 3D Printer)

As I walked into the bathroom of my 20-storey apartment, the sight that greeted me made my blood boil. My younger brother's old 3D printer was sitting in the bathtub, surrounded by half-finished, disgustingly explicit anime figurines. I could feel my anger rising as I remembered the countless times I had asked him to clean up after himself.

I stormed out of the bathroom, determined to confront my brother and teach him a lesson about respecting shared spaces. However, as soon as I stepped back into our living room, I saw him engrossed in a video game, completely ignoring the mess he had created.

That was the last straw. It was bad enough that he left his belongings all over the house, but now he was using the bathtub as a workshop for his weird hobbies. I marched back into the bathroom, grabbed the 3D printer, and without a second thought, carried it to the balcony.

My brother finally realized what was happening and rushed after me, pleading for me to stop. But I was beyond reason. I lifted the printer and with all my might, threw it over the railing.

We watched in silence as the printer plummeted to the ground, breaking into pieces upon impact. My brother looked at me with shock and disbelief, but I didn't care. I was relieved to have rid our apartment of that disgusting machine and the inappropriate figurines it was creating.

An hour later, there was a knock on our door. My heart dropped as I feared the worst. But to my surprise, it was our neighbor from two floors below. She said she had been out on her balcony when she saw the printer falling and hitting the ground. She thanked me for getting rid of it, as it had been causing her sleepless nights with its constant buzzing and whirring.

My brother stood there, stunned, as we exchanged pleasantries with our neighbor. It seemed like everyone in the building knew about the printer and its offensive creations. I could see the embarrassment on my brother's face, and finally, he admitted that he knew it was wrong to leave the printer in the bathroom and apologized for his behavior.

From that day on, my brother learned to be more responsible and respectful of our shared living space. And in a way, our relationship improved as well. We were no longer constantly at odds, and I learned to control my anger and communicate effectively with him.

As for the 3D printer, we never saw it again. And I was more than happy to let it remain a memory of the day I stood up for myself and taught my brother a valuable lesson.