2g | Position

She adjusted. The second pass—the hot pass—went in. She fed the filler rod with her left hand, a steady rhythm she’d learned decades ago. Her right hand guided the torch in a tight weave, side to side, pausing on each edge to let the puddle fill the undercut. In 2G, the top edge always wants to undercut—to dig a groove next to the weld. She compensated by holding the torch a fraction of a second longer on the upper plate.

The light was searing—a miniature sun blooming against the black. Through her auto-darkening visor, she saw the base metal melt and flow. The filler rod melted into the pool, but the pool didn’t sink. It bulged, a quivering silver bead that wanted to break free. 2g position

“Then call it the Mira position,” she said. “And tell the next person who tries it: don’t fight the puddle. Marry it.” She adjusted