Young lady, he said—and he was already in a hole; nobody under forty responds well to being called “young” by anybody over-forty; they kind of wore that word out in the bad old days.

I’m really more at home with the big bulk-printers. I was hoping I could print the new phones and Finn’s new chairs efficiently enough that I’d be able to recapture some of the melt; that would probably be enough to let me upcycle my bike. Besides, nothing quite like watching the big furnace melt a bike, and then seeing the printers building a new bike—or anything else—from that exact same melt…