Hologram Hanna had once been a proud land surveyor, a skilled professional who had spent her career mapping out the world around her. But in this dystopian world, her profession had been relegated to the dustbin of history. The humans of the "general public" had forgotten the importance of surveyors to society, and they had replaced them all with holographic light fairies.

Hanna had been one of the last surveyors to lose her job. She had fought to keep her position, arguing that the holographic light fairies could never match the precision and accuracy of a human surveyor. But her pleas had fallen on deaf ears, and she had been forced to either retire or be forced to exist only as a hologram in the field.

Now, she spent her days watching the holographic light fairies flit about, their flickering lights a poor imitation of the careful measurements and calculations she had once made. They could never keep their mouth shut, constantly chattering away about their latest measurements and boasting about their "accuracy" (which was always off by several feet).

Hanna had never felt more useless. She knew that the world needed her skills, that only a human surveyor could truly understand the complexities of mapping out the world. But the humans of the "general public" had forgotten that, and they had replaced her with machines.

As she watched the holographic light fairies, Hanna couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness and loss. The culture of surveying that she had once shared with her fellow surveyors had been forgotten, and with it, the importance of her work. She wondered what would happen to the world when robots ran the robots, when no one knew how to make sense of legal descriptions or close a level loop.

But even as she mourned the loss of her profession, Hanna refused to give up. She knew that the world needed human surveyors, that their skills and knowledge were irreplaceable. And so she vowed to keep the culture of surveying alive, to share her knowledge and expertise with anyone who would listen.

Perhaps, she thought, if she could remind the humans of the "general public" of the importance of surveying, if she could show them the value of her work, then maybe, just maybe, they would bring back the human surveyors. Until then, she would continue to watch the holographic light fairies flit about, and she would continue to mourn the loss of a profession she had once loved.