She frowned. “What are you talking about? Horizontal groove, vertical face—that’s 2G.”
“Weld complete,” she said.
“Then call it the Mira position,” she said. “And tell the next person who tries it: don’t fight the puddle. Marry it.” 2g position
She anchored her magnetic boots to the hull. Click. Click. Now she had a “down” of her own making. She leaned in, touched the torch to the edge of the gash, and struck an arc. She frowned