"Let him scream. A computer calculates for profit, Priya. An engineer calculates for decades. In thirty years, when we're both gone, some new apprentice will open this folder. She will see this sheet. She will see the red ink and the map and the number 630. And she will know that someone, on a quiet night, chose to build a thing that would not fail."
Priya shivered.
He adjusted the number. 1333A.