"It’s not the refrigerant," Elias muttered, his fingers tracing the frost forming on the suction line. "It’s the heat exchange. The cooling towers on the roof are choking."
"Pressure stabilizing," Sarah whispered, relief evident in her voice. "Temperatures in Sector 4 are dropping. You saved the grid, Elias." Refrigeration and Air Conditioning Technology
He packed his tools, his hands smelling of oil and ozone. The battle against entropy was won for today. But the sun was still climbing, and the heat was never-ending. "It’s not the refrigerant," Elias muttered, his fingers