The committee member offered to carry the blame.
He said it kindly.
Vivienne stood in the anteroom beside a window that looked toward the demonstration yard. Outside, workers reset the model that had stopped safely and failed publicly.
The man lowered his voice.
“We respect what they’re trying. But the city can’t depend on a nervous operator hearing every cue.”
“No.”
“If the next run fails, authorize the register. Quickly. Before another discussion spends the margin.”
“Who knows?”
