The removed silver wore Caleb's old height badly.
It rose on a copied bridge tower, one shoulder joined to Southline Eight and one hip buried in Night Ground. Thirty-one roads opened around its legs. None reached the foundry by a current local route.
Caleb lay seven meters away with one leg and no long-span brace.
"That is not my current body," he said.
Rina put his statement on every crew link.
The hostile mass lifted an arm shaped from Caleb's missing supports. Furnace One appeared in its palm. Six crew members saw themselves working inside the copied hall.
Juno Rell held up her bandaged hand.
"Our furnace is here and released," she said. "Cut the copy."
Her replacement keeper dropped Furnace One's receiving rail. The image in the hostile palm split. Three copied workers vanished. Three remained attached through their protective clothing records.
They stripped off coats, gloves, and face shields.
The last images disappeared.
The hostile arm came down across Hall One.
