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The slag dripped. He ignored it.

He struck the arc.

He moved in a steady, rhythmic weave: two steps forward, one tiny pause to let the puddle freeze. Crackle-crackle-pause. Crackle-crackle-pause. His gloved hand trembled, but he didn't break the arc length. He was balancing a teaspoon of liquid starfire on the underside of a steel cloud. 4g position welding

He ran a second pass. Then a third. A fourth.

Old Lin walked in the next morning, saw the sample, and said nothing. He just picked up his stamp—a heavy, brass thing—and slammed it onto Marco's test coupon. The slag dripped

He had tamed it.

Marco didn't cheer. He just pulled his hood back down and walked to the next overhead joint on the repair docket. The one holding a water main over a highway. He moved in a steady, rhythmic weave: two

The 4G was the monster under the bridge.