The pointer stopped halfway through saving the world.
The curator gave it a discreet push with a ruler.
It continued its polished course toward the central seat.
“Humidity,” he said.
Vivienne watched the little mechanism complete its triumph. Behind it, an old demonstration plate sat inside a frame that concealed part of the practical grooves.
One exposed correction mark was hers.
“I’d like to inspect the reverse mounting,” she said.
The curator looked surprised.
