The Iron Implanter

Walter and bashir loitered by the itching equipment. After a few shifts, conditions seemed to be normalizing. The strange tension between walter and the others waned. Laughter returned to the clean room. Walter even hummed a tune he'd sung to depot toil before when about the being a speed racer. Words mangled and adapted for tests in the fab, but didn't last long. One day as depo chof collected a finished batch for testing, the m c s ordered a full stop. Full stops were never good. They meant lost hours, wafers, lost output. Depot 12 checked the complex servers for information. All systems were functioning within