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The factory floor's constant hum usually lulled me into a rhythm, but that Tuesday night shift felt different. My palms were slick against the metal railing as I did final checks on Line 7. That's when the grinding scream tore through the air - not the normal machinery song, but the sound of metal eating metal. Sparks erupted like angry fireworks from the assembly robot's housing unit. My heart jackhammered against my ribs as I watched the emergency panel flicker uselessly. The legacy alert syst
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The fluorescent lights of Mercy General’s ER hummed like angry hornets that Tuesday night. I was charting meds when trauma bay doors exploded inward - three gurneys slick with blood and gasoline. "Mass casualty bus rollover!" someone screamed. Instantly, chaos swallowed the unit. Residents scrambled, monitors shrieked, and our ancient overhead paging system choked on static. My intern froze mid-intubation, eyes wide as a trauma patient’s BP plummeted. That’s when my thumb found the cold metal di