Coffee Caper 3D Render, Digital Artwork by Moogee

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Coffee Caper

3D Render by Moogee

THE COFFEE CAPER

Detective Kline wasn’t sure what he hated more at that exact moment — the cup of coffee in his hand or the fact that it was technically steaming, which meant he was going to have to drink it.
He squinted down at the murky fluid like it might whisper its crimes to him if he stared long enough.
“Smiley," he said, “tell me again where you got this."
Smiley clacked his tiny servos together with unearned pride. “From Idlesscot Pia, the local nourishment dispensary and all-species ingestion boutique!"
Kline didn’t look up. “That’s an anagram of Idiots Place."
“Yes! Clever, right? The signage glows green at dawn. Very aesthetic!"
Kline took a slow, pained sip. The flavour could only be described as burnt possibility. “Smiley, this coffee tastes like an oil spill in a sock factory.
“Is that… good? " Smiley asked, still beaming with the naive optimism of a war crime dressed as a vending machine.
Kline glared at the doughnut in his other hand — pale purple icing already beginning to peel like a sunburn. “This one’s got the consistency of insulation foam. It squeaked when I bit it".
Smiley turned his head — the servo made a sound like a squeaky toy with a sinus infection. “I do not eat. But I observe! Most law enforcement officers frequent the establishment with measurable enthusiasm!“
"That’s because it’s two credits for a ‘Meal Combo’ and includes a free paper napkin. We’re not enthusiastic. We’re broke."
The office around them hummed with flickering fluorescents and the low, existential groan of outdated ceiling fans. The walls were plastered in crime scene photos, conspiracy clippings, and a decades-old poster reading: KEEP YOUR STATION CLEAN. It was stuck behind a moldy potted plant that seemed to be growing sideways in protest.
Smiley reached into a small compartment on his chest and produced a second doughnut, somehow already visibly stale. “Would you like a backup unit?"
Kline stared at it like it was radioactive.
“No."
A silence followed, long and awkward, interrupted only by the subtle drip drip of something leaking — either the roof or Smiley. Kline hoped it was the roof. Leaking robots were a paperwork nightmare.
“So," Kline said finally, “what species runs this grease pit again?“
"The owner is a Glorbaxian named Sca’Tip’Doli," Smiley chirped, as if that made anything clearer. “He’s very friendly. Smells like liquorice and regret.
Kline blinked. “Sca’Tip’Doli. Another anagram of Idiots Place."
Smiley’s head bobbed up and down in agreement. “Yes! He said it translates to ‘Welcome Friends, Eat With Joy Or Suffer My Shame’ in his home dialect.“
"Perfect. The doughnuts are cursed and the coffee’s brewed with emotional trauma.“
"I observed that his preparation process includes weeping directly into the brew vat," Smiley added helpfully.
“Of course it does," Kline sighed.
Kline stared out of the grime coated window at the city which took being grimey to a whole new level..
“You know what the worst part is?" he muttered.
“That the glucose polymer ring doesn’t actually contain sugar?“
"No. The worst part is that tomorrow, when we’re knee-deep in the Larvonian gang raid or dodging neuro-toxin darts from another back-alley drone cartel — I’m gonna miss this. This moment. You, me, and this doughnut that tastes like drywall."
Smiley nodded solemnly. “I have logged this moment under: Human Sentimentality File – Subfolder: Baffling Nostalgia For Garbage Situations.“
"That’s the whole job, Smiley," Kline grunted, tossing the doughnut into the trash where it bounced with a suspicious metallic clunk. “You survive long enough and suddenly the bad coffee and edible sadness feel like the good times." Behind him, Smiley took out a crayon and began carefully writing on his notepad:

STAKEOUT CHECKLIST
1. Sit quietly
2. Blend in
3. Eat things with emotional suffering baked in
4. Capture criminals (but nicely)

Kline picked up his coat and holstered his sidearm — a retro-fitted zapgun held together with duct tape and passive aggression.
“You coming?" he asked.
Smiley saluted sharply.
The rain outside hadn’t stopped in days. The city glowed like a dying neon god. And somewhere out there, Sca’Tip’Doli was weeping another pot of doom-brewed coffee to feed the souls of the underpaid and the caffeine-addicted.
Detective Kline sighed.
“Let’s go solve something stupid.

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EverwildSun, May 18

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"Burnt possibility" is not only a great descriptor, but would also be a fabulous name for an emo punk band.

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MysticArtDesignSun, May 18

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As always, an amazing scene description. I love it. Thanks for using and promoting.

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Robert SzMon, May 19

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The art is terrific, I love the style you're using for this series. The MysticArtDesign characters are so unique and entertaining. And the story had me laughing, again. I've definitely drank coffee that was more "burnt possibility" than real coffee.

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