Chapter 16“Shifuck.” Madsen grunted. “That’s the fifth one we’ve tried. None of them work.”
Sartre didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. Madsen had been frustrated all day as none of the old equipment interfaced with the pressed beryllium. “I’m the only i***t who takes the wrong-sized, wrong engineered beryllium.”
“It’s an easy mistake to make.”
“No, it’s not. And I know you want me to feel better, but I don’t.” He also swore at himself. He had told Sartre that they had an engineer to help, but when they arrived, Natilda told them Marty the engineer had passed several weeks before.
“We can try to rig it up to the generators by other means.”
“Even if we can do what you’d proposed earlier, that would take some time to do, and it wouldn’t provide a hundred percent of the power needed.
