The first version of the model broke exactly as the council wanted.
Severin watched water spill from the fourth branch into the catch tray. A little red flag fell. The adviser beside him exhaled with satisfaction.
“There,” the man said.
Otta did not touch the apparatus. She looked at the drawing in her hand, then at the dry connection running behind the fourth vessel.
“Where’s the neighbor bypass?”
The adviser shifted. “We simplified the arrangement.”
“You removed the thing that would prevent this result.”
“The council needs a clear demonstration.”
