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Public services in fiction usually get two modes: saintly competence or total collapse. The more interesting version is the one that works, mostly, in the boring ways and still manages to irritate everyone.
Queue systems that are almost sensible. Forms with one field that makes no sense. Opening hours that seem designed by someone with a grudge. That sort of thing does more work than a dramatic breakdown ever will. It gives a city texture, and it makes the machinery feel human rather than decorative.
Curious how other writers handle that balance. How much competence do you give a fictional service before it starts feeling implausibly tidy?
Queue systems that are almost sensible. Forms with one field that makes no sense. Opening hours that seem designed by someone with a grudge. That sort of thing does more work than a dramatic breakdown ever will. It gives a city texture, and it makes the machinery feel human rather than decorative.
Curious how other writers handle that balance. How much competence do you give a fictional service before it starts feeling implausibly tidy?