The Threshold Temperature
Harper Miller had been sorting parts for three hours when she realized she could not feel her fingers anymore. They moved. They picked up parts. They turned them over, inspected them, placed them in the good bin or the bad bin. But she could not feel them. It was as if the nerves between her hands and her brain had been cut, somewhere along the assembly line where the lights hummed at exactly...
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