assume it’s a clutter-rich pastime
anyone known tended to have gotten into the guts of said machines like sci-fi midwives - soldering kits in pouches, bits of random wiring everywhere, add random power cabling, fuses, fuse packs, work benches doing real work no black and decker pus, cases off with everything naked and the magic cracked
once someone had torn the erse out of a specific iteration of anything, heard its limits save the occasional material attachment, each bit of kit would subsequently get sold on whole or as parts or bartered or occasionally - the worst fate for all parties - sold to fund a habit, bit like seeing instruments in pawn shop windows