Good thing too. This is what they would've teleported into.
Yes, the respondents would've been killed.
It would go into second tier emergency immediately.
They'd have to hang back and analyze the situation remotely before sending in the next team --
and the enormous ley bands under FnissCo wouldn't even let that happen.
There's no rush, anyway. Everyone here has stopped suffering.
Emergency Services isn't even capable of fixing this.
The entire factory floor was converted into liquid plastic when two assembly arms had a heuristic clash.
There were a hundred and sixty workers on the floor at the time. Now they're mixed into that shiny stuff.
It was supposed to be a shoe.
How will FnissCo deal with it? The room will be folded into a tiny cube and fed into a black hole generator. The hole will be everted and the now-free quarks that had been muscle tissues and plastics will be homogenous fuel for the alloy resin mixed metal injectors which are always running.
Any decedents will be revived at the end of the shift by in-house medicos and they'll treat it as a paid, unconscious, day off. The memory edits are cleaner than the ones the city does, since the worker contracts assent to more invasive modifications. No investigation is necessary; even if "blame" could be assigned, FnissCo never hires people who want to make expensive mistakes twice. You can be sure that the person who programmed the arms that day has already figured out how to ensure it never happens again. (Didn't kill THEM of course.)
Pollution in Utrolige is a solved problem. For every toxin, there is an engineered microorganism that ideally recycles it. In the rest of the scon, this is done in laboratories and air/water treatment centers -- but Wavefront is special; the entire city is a treatment center. It was decided long ago that people deserved to live in a place where smog dries in a second into vanishing dust and trash melts in open air. (Even in the dirty-looking Wavefront Industrial Sector, where the ground and high-aerial microbes are pruned back to keep them from overfueling and outevolving the spells, the thirty-foot span where regular people stand is kept perfectly clean to breathe.) But the big dreams of the city founders couldn't extend to the entire supercontinent, like they wanted -- the maintenance costs are a liiiittle too high for any city that doesn't have a gigantic population of magical experts. A lot too high. Because, you know, if this careful chemical balance went awry, well, uh, you'd wake up with all the people eaten instead. The entire city dead? Some things are too taxing for Emergency Services. But let's say only half the population melted. Medicos on overtime, with help from Greater Wavefront services. That would probably take a full day and night to undo. I think that's pretty good!
