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We found a heavy incinerator off the bodies of some old military remnants. Didn't recognize the dog tags, but Slag was impressed with the quality of their gear. As for the incinerator, he says something this special requires a trial, a test to sort out the metal from the ore.
We've had few volunteers, but that doesn't surprise me. Most of these recruits don't have the nerve to walk through fire, let alone the strength to survive it.
Worse yet I caught one of the cowards trying to cheat. I put the evidence in toolbox by the terminals, and stashed the key in one of the tin cans above it.
I'll have Slag look it over before we feed her to the forge.