The Reverse Engine

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The machine sat in the middle of the warehouse like a dead animal waiting to be skinned. It was six feet tall, three feet wide, and painted a color that used to be green but was now the color of dried blood. Frank Kowalski stood in the doorway and looked at it and felt nothing at all. He had felt everything once—anger, hope, pride, the satisfaction of a weld that held, the camaraderie of a...

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