The long
day ended with a whistle blow, a signal to everyone to set down his or her tools.
Hamish
continued his intense focus on the gem in his station, his tiny vibration tool
barely touching the surface. He was very
close to finishing this power crystal.
It was the
most perfect gem he had ever seen in his thirty years of working in the power
plant and the Super had given it to him, trusting him to shape it properly.
His bonus
from the sale of this one piece would pay for his daughter’s tuition at the
space academy.
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