Marta knelt and pointed to a pinhead-sized bubble. “That’s a #9 blister. Right now, it’s nothing. But if we don’t document it and re-inspect after the next storm, it could become a #4. Then a #0. Then a collapse.”
She arrived to a war room of blinking screens. An ROV (remotely operated vehicle) feed showed the leg supports in grim detail. Where there had been MD-4 blisters, there were now massive #0 blisters—size of dinner plates—Dense frequency. The coating had delaminated in sheets. Corrosion had eaten through the steel in three places. astm d714 pdf
Marta felt her stomach drop. She hadn’t checked the weather logs. No one had. Marta knelt and pointed to a pinhead-sized bubble