The Future of Work: 'The Long Tail' by Aliette de Bodard

Another one on the wreck of the Conch Citadel: holes in the walls and in the ceiling and floor, floating debris and rusting furniture that must have once been pristine and polished, the state of the art of Đại Ánh. A series of disc-shaped auxiliary robots and larger maintenance mechs parked in the walls, gleaming in the light projected by Thu's lamp. Thu was in the doorway, floating in the low-gravity of the wreck--holding onto the frame with one hand, the small thruster-pack in her back turned off to conserve energy. She'd been about to enter the room, but something had been bothering her enough that it had stopped her. It took her a moment to realize it was her lineaged memory that was kicking up the fuss, specifically Ánh Ngọc's most recent transfer, the one of the latest shift Ánh Ngọc had done onboard Citadel.