Is this a noble job?
When I was told in the agency that I would be embedded into the most profound and glorious work position I could ever have: planet-sweeper, I could barely imagine this.
Yes, we step down onto the surface of the planet, analyse the tipical features, depth, thickness of the rock, and so forth... Then art is to flourish...
I take the drill and dig the sacred mother of a hole, and mark the planet with the required label "to be piped."
Then the usual machinery arrives, they install a billion kilometres of pipes, the monster drainage system, and the flushing lever for the emperor on duty to pull, and then the first crap may perform its journey into the planetoid guts.