When it was over, the facility’s output metrics glowed green across the dashboard. That alone would have been validation, but the true evidence came in the quiet afterward: a single relay chestnut she’d never been able to keep within spec straightened, the robotic welder that had jittered for months purred with a practiced ease, the microclutches that once slipped sang like tuned strings. Small victories coalesced into one undeniable truth: the patch worked.