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As she approached Hephaestus" kiln, Nemesis considered everything that she respected about his character. After being rejected by his parents, Zeus and Hera themselves, he had always refused to be kept down. Even with his physical limitations, Hephaestus had become a vital part of the Olympian infrastructure. Now, with the rise of technological power, his position was more important than ever before.
Walking into the outer foyer, Nemesis heard the sounds of machines grinding, fire crackling, and the singing of a welding torch"s flame coming from the next room. The smell of engine grease and gasoline was subtle, but it was there. There was a door, connecting the sitting area with the workshop, and Nemesis could see sparks and steam through a rounded, port window. She walked toward it an
