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There was no argument about whether the universe could be extended—only
whether the existing structure justified the cost of reinforcement. Measurements
were reviewed. Load paths traced. Margins recalculated. Somewhere in the
documentation, a note had been left years earlier: future expansion likely. This was
simply that future, finally scheduled.
The architects report to the chamber the way trades report to a site before sunrise.
Tools checked. Fields stabilized. Coffee set somewhere warm enough to remain
liquid. The work itself is precise but unremarkable: threads drawn, tensions
balanced, anchors seated where nothing had previously needed support. The
universe does not resist. It accommodates, as systems tend to do when approached
correctly.
No one speaks of creation. That language is unhelpful.
This is an addition—clean, documented, and compliant with existing tolerances.
Cubic volume added beyond the original envelope, tied back into known geometry
so nothing creaks later. Phase I establishes the frame. Phase II will worry about
finishes.
From a distance, it might look like audacity. From inside the chamber, it feels like any
other long day: careful steps, quiet corrections, a shared understanding that the real
danger lies not in the work itself, but in cutting corners. When the final thread locks,
the new volume holds without complaint. Another section of reality brought online.
They pack up their instruments, note the completion time, and mark the diagrams
accordingly. The universe is slightly larger now. It will be noticed eventually.
For the moment, the lights are shut down, lunch pails gathered, and the space left
humming—stable, load-bearing, and ready for whatever was always going to come
next.