Watch repair, on iPhone and iPad
You inherit the shut watch shop of Tomás Arroyo in Quito's old town, and with it a drawer of twelve repairs nobody came back for. Each one is a real mechanism, simulated part by part — and each one has an owner still waiting on the other end of a telephone number.
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Nothing is faked
The movements are not pictures of movements. Each caliber is laid out from its own tooth counts and pitch circles, and everything you can do to it follows from that geometry.
Barrel to centre to third to fourth to escape, each pair meshing at the sum of its pitch radii. Count the escape wheel's teeth, multiply by its turns an hour, double it for the two beats a tooth: that is where 18,000 an hour comes from, and the tick you hear is that number.
Nothing comes off in a scripted order. A part lifts when its own footprint and height leave it clear, so the balance comes off before the pallet cock and the ratchet before the barrel bridge — and when a part will not move, the game tells you which piece is holding it.
A broken mainspring lets the crown turn and turn with nothing catching. A rusted click spring lets it spin back. A loose cannon pinion leaves the hands standing while the train runs. Old oil at the balance stops the watch face down and not face up.
Each jewel takes the oil it takes — thin for the fast pivots, heavy for the slow ones, pallet stone oil on the exit stone, grease on the keyless works — and a drop you forget is a drop you will be taking a bridge off to reach.
Every dot on the trace is a beat the simulation actually made. A slope is a rate, a gap between the lines is a beat error, and a watch out of beat limps audibly before you ever put it on the machine.
A finished watch goes on its stand and keeps its own time from its own mainspring, running down after about a day and a half as it would. Pick one up, wind it, set it, open its back and look at the movement you rebuilt.
Six calibers, twelve watches
Not six skins on one movement. A pin-lever has no jewels and no centre wheel because that is what makes it cheap, and a full plate hides its train under one plate because that is what makes it a full plate.
Fifteen jewels, small seconds at six, 1920s. Also in a hunter case with its train turned a quarter round, and at chronometer grade with a Breguet overcoil and a swan-neck regulator.
Twenty-one jewels, lever-set so a knocked crown cannot move the hands, its nickel plates damaskeened, the balance above the plate where you can watch it.
No jewels at all, pins in the pallets instead of stones, and no centre wheel: the barrel is at the centre and drives the motion works off its own rim. Costs more to fix than to buy. Do it anyway.
The 1940s workhorse, and with it a Soviet copy of the same design and a nurse's fob watch with indirect centre seconds, a pulsometer scale and its dial printed upside down.
36,000 an hour, a rotor on reversing wheels, day and date in English and Spanish, hacking seconds. Also as a 150-metre diver with a screw-down crown and a rotating bezel.
Seven columns turning a step at every push, a coupling clutch swinging into mesh, a brake, and a hammer that drops on two heart cams to fly the hands back to zero.
Twelve envelopes
Every envelope carries what the owner said and what Tomás wrote about it, in his hand. What is really wrong is not always what he wrote.
Her grandfather's. It stopped the night he died, at 3:52. The crown turns and turns; nothing catches. She asks that you not move the hands.
A railroad watch off the Quito–Guayaquil line. Gains minutes an hour. Kept on top of the radio, for the football.
His own apprenticeship watch, Neuchâtel 1961, left in pieces in a tray. The staff is gone. For whoever finishes this.
Everything is in it: iPhone and iPad, all twelve watches, every free update. No advertising, no in-app purchases, no accounts, no analytics, and no networking code in the app at all. Your shelf follows you between your own devices through iCloud, which is yours and not ours.