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Rain lashed the corrugated roof of Hideo’s workshop. Inside, the air smelled of coolant, old cigarette smoke, and something else—decades of midnight shifts. On the cracked monitor, a CAD model rotated in wireframe: a turbine blade, impossibly thin, with a twist that would make any aerospace engineer weep.

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His granddaughter, Mika, watched from the doorway. “Jii-chan, why don’t you just use Fusion 360 like everyone else?” Rain lashed the corrugated roof of Hideo’s workshop