I'm going to say this once, so I hope you're listening.
I know things are rough, here and everywhere else. Shit got bad, and you need every able-bodied soul putting their backs into keeping this small refuge of society together. I can help you with that, that's why I'm here.
I'm not especially gifted in anything, but I'm a real nose-to-the-grindstone type. I know my way around a basic carpentry kit and inside a computer. I can tinker; I can hold things while someone else tinkers; I can troubleshoot.
And I can put my back into it until the cows come home. You can work me to the bone... but you shouldn't.
You have a choice.
You can work me to the bone, take advantage of my endurance and my fortitude, day in and day out. But there will come a day when I am useless to you. The harder you work me, the faster it will come, but I can't tell you when it will come until it gets here. Then, I will expect you to pay me back for every second I spent performing your labors. I will be useless until someone takes the time to fix me. And then I will be back to my hardworking self... until it happens again. Every cycle will be a little shorter and require a little more reconstruction to get me functional again, and one day I may never get up again.
Or, you can take care of my needs every day. It will reduce my downtime, but it will also reduce my uptime. And I know catastrophes happen, and when you need me and have nothing to spare, we'll switch to option one. When things calm down again, we can switch back to option two.
You can beat me until I break, but then you have to fix me, and that takes time and has diminishing returns. Or you can perform regular upkeep and maintenance, and I'll run longer, smoother.
Regardless of what you choose, there will always come a day when I don't get back up. The first one tends to come sooner, the they balance out pretty well in the end.
And one more thing. Don't ever forget that I'm still human.