The Distant Metropolis
The torque wrench clicked at ninety foot-pounds, the final fastener on the bedrock sensor array locking into place with a sound that felt less like metal meeting metal and more like a bone setting. I checked the torque gauge, then the calibration log, then the face of the junior technician, who was staring at the mud on his boots with the hollowed-out look of a man who has already lost the...
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