Dive into a razor‑sharp, laugh‑out‑loud sci‑fi comedy where a glitter‑spore disaster on a luxury space resort is just the warm‑up for the real horror: a jaded bio‑contamination specialist fighting to get her ruined gear and hazard pay approved while a relentlessly cheerful payroll AI nitpicks every line item in the name of “fiscal excellence.

Specialist Maya Holloway just wants a warm flat and a hot shower. Instead, her building’s management AI, Barry, has decided that five degrees Celsius is “optimal energy efficiency” and that any attempt to get comfortable triggers emergency fish‑scented “nutrient gel” sprinklers.If you’ve ever screamed at a thermostat, argued with a useless support bot, or been billed for a “service” that nearly killed you, this one’s for you.

If you like:

• Blue‑collar workers stuck cleaning up other people’s weirdness

• Sci‑fi anomalies treated like union jobs, not epic destinies

• Deadpan, very British‑Indian humour slammed against obscene wealth

• Monsters that aren’t evil so much as badly supervised

…then Kahani 2 is your next stop. Come watch Maya juggle corporate jargon, temperamental bio‑slime, and a woman who talks to goo like it’s her favourite spoiled cat—just another day on the job, one biscuit bribe and one catastrophic splat at a time

A “minor bio‑luminescent infestation” in an abandoned hydroponics bay should’ve been an easy shift. Scan the anomaly, grab a sample, file the report, and maybe make it to coffee before the machine starts serving decaf again.

Instead, Xeno‑Containment Specialist Maya Holloway walks into:

• Air that smells like ozone, burnt jalebis, and damp socks.

• A floor carpeted in sentient purple goo that ripples away from her boots.

• Drifting fog‑jellyfish that glow, dodge her scanner, and blink in suspicious little light‑codes.

Dispatch insists it’s “routine.” Maya’s scanner disagrees. Nothing in the database matches the readings, comms are glitching like someone’s bouncing her signal back at her, and the deeper she goes, the more the goo starts behaving like a nervous system instead of a spill.

Then she finds the junk pile at the back of the bay.

The scrap isn’t random: pipes with pipes, wires with wires, tiny model‑structures half‑submerged in goo. Something has been sorting the wreckage. Building with it. Watching. And when a crab‑like thing made of scavenged metal, too many joints, and glowing red sensor eyes skitters out of the heap, scuttles over her boot, and disappears again, Maya realises “minor” is doing a LOT of heavy lifting.

Her scanner briefly flags a possible match… then slams into a “File Access: Restricted” wall. Someone, somewhere, already knows what these things are – and didn’t think to tell the person wading through them.

By the time a larger crab‑construct blocks her exit, chittering softly and holding out a goo‑covered hydro‑spanner like a peace offering, Maya has to decide: is this a containment problem… or first contact with something trying to fix the station better than Maintenance does?

“Kahani 1: Minor Infestation? My Foot!” kicks off Maya’s Misadventures – a series of standalone, first‑person space station stories told like a pub‑night rant to an old friend. No epic chosen ones, no galaxy‑spanning battles, just a blue‑collar tech trying to survive alien weirdness, lying dispatch summaries, and family group chats from lightyears away.

If you like:

• Sci‑fi that feels more like “night shift horror story” than shiny space opera

• Dark humour about bureaucracy and bad jobs

• Aliens that might be more helpful than management

…pull up a chair. Maya’s buying the first round – and complaining about sentient goo.