Spare Parts Novels & Stories

Nicole said and approached Terry. "Terry, were you looking for me?" Nicole asked. "Miss Riddle, where did order these spare parts from?" Terry looked at Nicole and asked. Nicole stared at him, confused. "Don't take it the wrong way. I don't mean to offend you, but this batch of spare parts seems to be of lower quality." Terry quickly explained to Nicole after noticing how puzzled she was. "Lower quality? Are you sure?" she queried. "Look, this is from the first batch, and this is from the second batch." Terry handed Nicole the parts.

, Charles started, deciding to go straight to the point. Old Man Andino took a generous sip of his tea before placing it back on the desk. His slightly darkened eyes narrowed. “What about it?” He asked. “I'm making a replica of her car, but I need two more parts before it can be completed. And only FastTech Limited can provide those parts.” He had tried other methods, but to no avail - they weren’t good enough. And that’s why he was here. “Ah yes, the design plate and memory core”, Gabriel hummed in response.

Felt intrigued, the girl opened the page in a new window and read those carefully. “Hmmm … ” Vanya leaned forward and still concentrated on reading the article’s content word by word. The report didn’t explicitly mention what the company name was, but it still mentioned the spare part’s excellence. “Made from high-quality durable materials that can withstand years and thousand kilometers of extreme ride,” she murmured as she scrolled the page down, trying to find some more information regarding the product, but it yielded nothing. The short and brief explanation about the spare part wasn’t enough to make Gustav convinced about the Autoekomsten’s blueprint, Vanya thought.

Ves suspected that Edwin had a few surprises in store. As for his own design, he took a brief look at the components available. Most of the parts seemed outdated, roughly around two to four generations old. In Iron Spirit, these parts would be considered 3-star or 4-star parts, somewhat advanced for novice mech designers but not to the point of overwhelming them if they stuck to the simpler parts. The standard parts were all within his competence.

And spare parts were nearly impossible to get on short notice. Sophie stepped forward, anxiety written all over her face. “Boss… what do we do? The F-34 is the only unit we have registered for the competition. If we lose our spot, the studio loses its standing with the Aviation Bureau.” I took a slow breath. “I’ll protect this team,” I said. “I’ll protect our spot. No one is losing anything.” “But the parts…” she began.“Then I’ll make one,” I said. Her eyes widened. “By yourself?”

"A damn butcher shop." Finch rushed to a control console mounted on the railing. His fingers flew across the holographic interface. "This isn't just a prison," he said, his voice trembling as he read the data streams. "This is the 'Spare Parts' division. The Council... they’ve been farming here." "Farming who?" Ben asked, staring at a rack of eyeballs passing by on a conveyor belt, each one looking around wildly.

"How long does it take to get a replacement shipped from the regional supplier?" "That’s the thing," he said, looking down at the floor nervously. "I called the regional parts warehouse in Columbus. They said someone bought out their entire inventory of historical loom parts yesterday afternoon. Every belt, gear, and shuttle compatible with our frames in a three-state radius." Victoria.

“This shit needs new spark plugs and the squealing is because the timing belt is starting to dry rot. At least it’s not factory parts” I pulled out my phone and ordered what we needed, but the order would have to be picked up if I'm going to get the parts today. “Who do we have available for a pick-up?” I asked loudly. “Everyone is tied up in builds or repairs, Spin”, I heard someone yell from across the shop. “Send Kelly for another run”!

*Paul* There’s one authorized repair and parts facility for the equipment I support and sell, and it’s in the southern portion of the state, not far from where I live. I’ve been standing at their parts counter for a half hour with a crowd of other private owners, awaiting my turn with the one parts clerk working. I need parts for a client two hours’ drive north.