Bunker Hill shitters!
In 1775 the American Revolutionary War was already at a rolling boil. On June 17 of that year, a clash to occupy strategic geographic points took place resulting in significant casualties, later to be called the Battle of Bunker Hill.
500 ish years later in post-apocalyptic Boston, a monument to that historic melee remains standing at Bunker Hill, in the form of these two shitters - though which represents the British and which is Colonial forces has been lost to time. I think the one on the right is the British one, because it still has a tank which could have once supported a powdered wig.
Here in 2287, the slapshod shanty town surrounding the Bunker Hill memorial is considered a bustling entrepôt for traders of all persuasions, and yet, this is the only shitter they have. I don’t mean to deride the shitters - let’s be clear that what we are looking at is a physical manifestation of Mayor Kessler’s incompetence and you cannot gain control of this place quickly enough to make up for it. Methinks this is the most ill-conceived place to shit on the entire planet. Forget the fact that the full moon of your buttcheeks are exposed at that window, how about the back of your neck and skull? If we have to say something nice, this spot affords an innovative networking opportunity.
