Felix had polished the star himself.
It occupied the center of the new control board, a brass disk with seven points and a little glass window through which blue light turned. Around it, six handles waited in a pleasing curve. The gauges were level. The labels were neat. Nothing leaked.
He had rarely felt so prepared for strangers.
The first stranger stood before the board with her hands behind her back.
“What does idle mean?” she asked.
“Waiting.”
“For what?”
Felix glanced at Tamsin. She had taken a seat beside the workshop door and opened her notebook.
