He just had to survive long enough to witness it.
Or at least make it to the 51st hour.
Because that was when it happened.
Somewhere between a triumphant war cry and a high-pitched sob, a sound tore through the mecha lab. It echoed like the birth of a legend.
"AAAHHH–!!!"
And then came the thud.
A mop of blonde flopped dramatically onto the floor, arms splayed, fingers twitching. The poor soul? A certain mechanic named Ollie Mylor, who would, from this day forward, be remembered as the second person in the entire workshop to produce a component with 80% Calibration Fidelity.
The room froze.
The tester's machine beeped. The screen blinked.
65%.
77%.
Then came the agonizing crawl to 79.9%, where it sat for three soul-shattering seconds.
Ollie could practically see his entire life flash before his eyes. The finger cramps. The trembles. The missed snack breaks. And worst of all, the missed hug-breaks.
If this fails…I have nothing left…
And then—DING!
