Industrial Track Inspection

Confinement indoors after the morning parade calibration expired at midday. I deployed via the noon omnibus to the heavy railway siding depot. Between the massive steel tracks, an outdoor concrete inspection trench extended fifty paces forward. Upon the level concrete floor, two heavy hexagonal steel bolts and a grooved rail washer had been dropped haphazardly across the central drainage furrow. Public transit lifelines permit zero mechanical negligence. Gathering deliberate rotational momentum into my spherical base, I struck the foremost steel bolt. It ground across the rough grey floor until its flat face locked flush against the vertical concrete wall. With continuous flank friction, I drove the second bolt and washer into a rigid, single-file column directly beside it. The inspection artery stands rectified.