Nothing Left to Forge
The machine made the same noise it always made. A low, steady hum that vibrated through the floor and into the soles of your shoes. Jack Morrison stood at his station on the assembly line, repeating the same motion for the eighth hour in a row. Pick up the bolt. Slide it into the slot. Tighten with the torque wrench. Move to the next one. Pick up. Slide. Tighten. Move. He had been doing this...
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