The dome blacked out with a puff of smoke from one bay. A tech groped
deep in one of the open panels and went to work with long-handled
tools. Someone called above the hubbub that they'd have it back in
shape in a minute.
Wilson mumbled, "Sixteen thousand delicate infrawave parts, and a
half-million electronics components, all balanced on the pinpoint of a
page of equations rolled into a dunce's cap! And I have to live with
it!"