The Architect: Science Fiction

The architect before publication was a broke college student working sweeping up hair strands from a local barbershop. He was allergic to the smell of coffee, and so barista work was out, as well as restaurant server. The architect after publication was...waiting. He was waiting to see if his print design succeeded, if it took off, if there was anything else he could do to help it or to make it happen. It was a simple enough design, written so that it could be fabbed off of a single truck-size mobile printer, instead of requiring a store-size printer or an industrial printer. That was the whole point of it, to him, to be able to design a good, thought-out structure that almost anybody could make. Traveling fabs were everywhere, much as traveling libraries used to be in the old days before libraries were everywhere, and so he knew that there *must* be people needing it. He thought that maybe he should have designed something simpler. A doghouse, maybe, or a garden shed. Something specialized to the needs of farmers, whatever those were. Something that people might actually look for in the catalog. He began to despair, and to wonder how many more years of sweeping up hair cuttings his back would hold up for. And then the storm wiped out most of the east coast, and he became rich overnight. Also orphaned from not only his parents but most of his family, since they'd lived on the coast since--


Inspiration: Email subject line: "Pre-Pub-Architect-5"
Story potential: High, but not for this story.
Notes: I like the fab set-up, and the architect part, but it should not be as straightforward as this freewriting exercise. And the tone's all wrong.