s power。 Walkway to that low building； that's the residences。 Next door； fab support； labs； whatever。 And then the square windowless three…story one； that's the main fab building。 They tell me it's a shell； it's got another building inside it。 Then over to the right； that low flat shed； that's external storage and parking。 Cars have to be under shade here； or the dashboards buckle。 Get a first…degree burn if you touch your steering wheel。〃 I said； 〃And they have residences？〃
The pilot nodded。 〃Yeah。 Have to。 Nearest motel is a hundred and sixty…one miles。 Over near Reno。〃
〃So how many people live in this facility？〃 Growly said。
〃They can take twelve；〃 the pilot said。 〃But they've generally got about five to eight。 Doesn't take a lot to run the place。 It's all automated； from what I hear。〃
〃What else do you hear？〃
〃Not very damn much；〃 the pilot said。 〃They're closed…mouthed about this place。 I've never even been inside。〃
〃Good；〃 said Growly。 〃Let's make sure they keep it that way。〃
The pilot turned the stick in his hand。 The helicopter banked； and started down。 I opened the plastic door in the bubble cockpit； and started to get out。 It was like stepping into an oven。 The blast of heat made me gasp。
〃This is nothing！〃 the pilot shouted； over the whirr of the blades。 〃This is almost winter！ Can't be more than a hundred and five！〃
〃Great；〃 I said； inhaling hot air。 I reached in the back for my overnight bag and my laptop。 I'd stowed them under the seat of the timid man。
〃I have to take a piss；〃 said Growly； releasing his seat belt。
〃Dave 。。。〃 said the man with the briefcase； in a warning tone。
〃Fuck； it's just for a minute。〃
〃Dave…〃 an embarrassed glance toward me； then lowering his voice： 〃They said； we don't get out of the helicopter； remember？〃
〃Aw hell。 I can't wait another hour。 Anyway； what's the difference？〃 He gestured toward the surrounding desert。 〃There's nothing the fuck out here for a million miles。〃
〃But； Dave…〃
〃You guys give me a pain。 I'm going to pee； damn it。〃 He hefted his bulk up； and moved toward the door。
I didn't hear the rest of their conversation because by then I had taken off my earphones。 Growly was clambering out。 I grabbed my bags； turned and moved away； crouched beneath the blades。 They cast a flickering shadow on the pad。 I came to the edge of the pad where the concrete ended abruptly in a dirt path that threaded among the clumps of cholla cactus toward the blocky white power building fifty yards away。 There was no one to greet me…in fact； no one in sight at all。
Looking back； I saw Growly zip up his trousers and climb back into the helicopter。 The pilot pulled the door shut and lifted off； waving to me as he rose into the air。 I waved back； then ducked away from the swirl of spitting sand。 The helicopter circled once and headed west。 The sound faded。
The desert was silent except for the hum of the electrical power lines a few hundred yards away。 The wind ruffled my shirt； flapped my trouser legs。 I turned in a slow circle； wondering what to do now。 And thinking about the words of the PR guy： They said； we don't get out of the helicopter； remember？
〃Hey！ Hey； you！〃
I looked back。 A door had cracked open in the white power block。 A man's head stuck out。 He shouted； 〃Are you Jack Forman？〃
〃Yes；〃 I said。
〃Well； what the hell you waiting for； an engraved invitation？ Get inside； for Chrissake。〃
And he slammed the door shut again。
That was my wele to the Xymos Fabrication Facility。 Lugging my bags； I trudged down the dirt path toward the door。
Things never turn out the way you expect。
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I stepped into a small room； with dark gray walls on three sides。 The walls were some smooth material like Formica。 It took my eyes a moment to adjust to the relative darkness。 Then I saw that the fourth wall directly ahead of me was entirely glass； leading to a small partment and a second glass wall。 The glass walls were fitted with folding steel arms； ending in metal pressure pads。 It looked a little bit like what you'd expect to see in a bank vault。 Beyond the second glass wall I could see a burly man in blue trousers and a blue work shirt； with the Xymos logo on the pocket。 He was clearly the plant maintenance engineer。 He gestured to me。
〃It's an airlock。 Door's automatic。 Walk forward。〃
I did； and the nearest glass door hissed open。 A red light came on。 In the partment ahead； I saw grillwork on floor； ceiling； and both walls。 I hesitated。 〃Looks like a fuckin' toaster； don't it？〃 the man said； grinning。 He had some teeth missing。 〃But don't worry； it'll just blow you a little。 e ahead。〃
I stepped into the glass partment； and set my bag on the ground。
〃No； no。 Pick the bag up。〃
I picked it up again。 Immediately； the glass door behind me hissed shut； the steel arms unfolding smoothly。 The pressure pads sealed with a thunk。 I felt a slight disfort in my ears as the airlock pressurized。 The man in blue said； 〃You might want to close your eyes。〃 I closed my eyes and immediately felt chilling spray strike my face and body from all sides。 My clothes were soaked。 I smelled a stinging odor like acetone； or nail polish remover。 I began to shiver； the liquid was really cold。
The first blast of air came from above my head； a roar that quickly built to hurricane intensity。 I stiffened my body to steady myself。 My clothes flapped and pressed flat against my body。 The wind increased； threatening to tear the bag from my hand。 Then the air stopped for a moment； and a second blast came upward from the floor。 It was disorienting； but it only lasted a few moments。 Then with a whoosh the vacuum pumps kicked in and I felt a slight ache in my ears as the pressure dropped； like an airplane descending。 Then silence。 A voice said； 〃That's it。 e ahead。〃
I opened my eyes。 The liquid they'd sprayed on me had evaporated； my clothes were dry。 The doors hissed open before me。 I stepped out and the man in blue looked at me quizzically。 〃Feel okay？〃
〃Yeah； I think so。〃
〃No itching？〃
〃No 。。。〃
〃Good。 We had a few people who were allergic to the stuff。 But we've got to do this routine； for the clean rooms。〃
I nodded。 It was obviously a procedure to remove dust and other contaminants。 The dousing fluid was highly volatile； evaporating at room temperature； drawing off microparticles on my body and clothes。 The air jets and vacuum pleted the scrub。 The procedure would remove any loose particles on my body and suck them away。
〃I'm Vince Reynolds；〃 the man said； but he didn't hold out his hand。 〃You call me Vince。 And you're Jack？〃
I said I was。
〃Okay； Jack；〃 he said。 〃They're waiting for you； so let's get started。 We got to take precautions； because this is an HMF； that's high magnetic field environment； greater than 33 Tesla； so 。。。〃 He picked up a cardboard box。 〃Better lose your watch。〃 I put the watch in the box。
〃And the belt。〃
I took my belt off； put it in the box。
〃Any other jewelry？ Bracelet？ Necklace？ Piercings？ Decorative pins or medals？ MedicAlert？〃
〃No。〃
〃How about metal inside your body？ Old injury； bullets； shrapnel？ No？ Any pins for broken arms or legs； hip or knee replacement？ No？ Artificial valves； artificial cartilage； vascular pumps or implants？〃
I said I didn't have any of those things。
〃Well； you're still young；〃 he said。 〃Now how about in your bag？〃 He made me take everything out and spread it on a table； so he could rummage through it。 I had plenty of metal in there： another belt with a metal buckle； nail clippers； a can of shaving cream； razor and blades； a pocket knife； blue jeans with metal rivets 。。。
He took the knife and the belt but left the rest。 〃You can put your stuff back in the bag；〃 he said。 〃Now； here's the deal。 Your bag goes to the residence building； but no farther。 Okay？ There's an alarm at the residence door if you try to take any metal past there。 But do me a favor and don't set it off； okay？ 'Cause it shuts down the magnets as a safety procedure and it takes about two minutes to start 'em up again。 Pisses the techs off； especially if they're fabbing at the time。 Ruins all their hard work。〃
I said I would try to remember。
〃The rest of your stuff stays right here。〃 He nodded to the wall behind me； I saw a dozen small safes； each with an electronic keypad。 〃You set the bination and lock it up yourself。〃 He turned aside so I could do that。
〃I won't need a watch？〃
He shook his head。 〃We'll get you a watch。〃
〃What about a belt？〃
〃We'll get you a belt。〃
〃And my laptop？〃 I said。
〃It goes in the safe；〃 he said。 〃Unless you want to scrub your hard drive with the magnetic field。〃 I put the laptop in with the rest of my stuff； and locked the door。 I felt strangely stripped； like a man entering prison。 〃You don't want my shoelaces； too？〃 I said； making a joke。 〃Nah。 You keep those。 So you can strangle yourself； if it turns out you need to。〃
〃Why would I need to？〃
〃I really couldn't say。〃 Vince shrugged。 〃But these guys working here？ Let me tell you； they're all fucking crazy。 They're making these teeny…weeny little things you can't see； pushing around molecules and shit； sticking 'em together。 It's real tense and detailed work； and it makes them crazy。 E