At 5:41 in the morning, the city was still asleep. The Operator was not. From the forty-seventh floor of the Prospecting Tower, she could see almost the entire metropolis. A million windows. A million doors. Factories along the eastern industrial belt. Professional towers downtown. Warehouses surrounding the freight terminal. Laboratories clustered near the university. Small businesses filling the old neighborhoods. Corporate headquarters rising above all of them.

The machine arrived before sunrise. It came on a wagon reinforced with iron. Four men unloaded it. A fifth carried a wooden case containing gears, belts, fittings and a handwritten manual. The Apprentice walked around it twice. “What does it do?” The Blacksmith ran his hand along the machine's steel frame. “Hammers.” The Apprentice looked toward the ordinary hammer hanging beside the forge. “We already have one.” “Not like this.”