Nicola Griffith

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Author: Slow River
Tags: Fiction, General
place. I flexed my plasthene-covered hands, checked to make sure the roughed patches were at the tips of my fingers and thumbs. There were seals above the wrist for those jobs that needed the extra protection of gauntlets. I did a couple of deep knee bends to see if the neck seal would choke me.
    It had been a while since I’d worn one of these, and then it had been specially made. I was surprised at how well this one fit.
    No one had said anything about a locker so I settled for folding my street clothes into a neat pile on the bench. They were probably not worth stealing, and I had not brought a slate or a phone extension. They couldn’t trace you from what you didn’t carry. Old habits learned from Spanner.
    A man wearing a tailored gray cliptogether over his skinny entered through the door marked executive personnel only. His face was young and bland. A pair of dark goggles hung loose around his neck and his name tag read jonhe hepple. He checked his hand slate. “Ms. Bird? Sal Bird?”
    I stood. “Yes.”
    He looked me over. “Well, you know how to put on a suit, at least. I’m the acting shift supervisor.” He handed me a magnetized name tag. “You must wear this at all times. It’s also a miniature GC.”
    I slapped it onto the magnet over my left breast. Sal Bird, age twenty-five, with two years’ experience at the wastewater depot of Immingham Petroleum Refinery, would know that a GC was a gas chromatograph, and what it was for. Jonhe Hepple, though, was taking no chances.
    “It’ll let you know if the atmosphere is contaminated to dangerous levels by changing color.”
    “Industry standard?”
    Hepple looked confused for a moment, then adjusted his expression to one of superior amusement. “Superior to standard, as is all the equipment used here.”
    I nodded politely but mentally rolled my eyes. For now I’d just have to assume it used the standard color system, but if I got the job I’d make sure I asked another worker. If there was any kind of leak, I wanted to know exactly what I would be dealing with.
    Hepple talked as we toured the plant. “The six city stations process more than twenty million gallons of household wastewater per day. The Hedon Road plant is the biggest, at between four and four and a half mgd.”
    “Just household?”
    He gave me a long look. “Of course.”
    I nodded, trying to look satisfied. I just hoped that his reticence came from a feeling of superiority and not from ignorance.
Household wastewater
was anything but. It also included the runoff from storm drains. Which were prime sites for both deliberate dumping by waste-generating companies—large and small—and accidental spillage. Even if there was a spill in Dane Forest, forty miles from here, the contaminated water would find its way through underground aquifers to the city system. And those spills could be anything. Literally anything. I was glad that plants like these always had a large, specifically designed overcapacity. With people like Hepple in charge, we’d need it.
    We climbed onto a catwalk over a hangarlike area where huge plastic troughs lined with gravel stretched into the distance. Bulrushes rocked and swayed in the water below. The air was snaky with aromatics and aliphatics. The workers below were not wearing masks but I said nothing. Sal Bird would not.
    “This is the initial treatment phase where influent goes through simulated tidal marshes. The influent point itself is at the far end, housed in the concrete bunker.” He pointed, but then we got off the catwalk in the opposite direction and went through an access corridor. It was noticeably warmer. “We have eighty parallel treatment trains here, and an impressive record. The Water Authority mandates less than thirty parts per million total suspended solids; we average eight. The biological oxygen demand needs only be reduced to twelve ppm, but even with extremely polluted influent, our effluent rarely tests out at over seven.”
    I had
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