"That's the thing, isn't it?" Elara said, zooming into a dense cluster of grain boundaries on the Onyx Heart. "The manual is free. The law is free. But understanding it?" She tapped her temple. "That cost me twelve years at the Ceres Academy and a debt I'll die paying."
And she had decided.
Her job: inspect it. Not with her eyes, but with the – the ICCI. Every flaw, every micro-void, every grain boundary had a code. A18 for surface porosity. F7 for stress fractures. L11 for "latent heterogenous inclusion." "That's the thing, isn't it
