Cyrus hadn't been there for over a year. Unlike many of his old haunts, the machine shop hadn't been on his list since his return.
But it was as good a time as any. Perhaps they'd have some new parts that he could use for...future reference. Although he'd have to reconstruct those blueprints...
Everything he saw was an old memory, even if it was a part he'd never seen. The machines that had consumed his youth, far more welcoming than any person had or could ever be, cold logic against the ruthlessness of the world...It would have made him sentimental if he hadn't buried those emotions.
At that thought, his hands shook, and he thrust them into his pockets despite the heat.
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But it was as good a time as any. Perhaps they'd have some new parts that he could use for...future reference. Although he'd have to reconstruct those blueprints...
Everything he saw was an old memory, even if it was a part he'd never seen. The machines that had consumed his youth, far more welcoming than any person had or could ever be, cold logic against the ruthlessness of the world...It would have made him sentimental if he hadn't buried those emotions.
At that thought, his hands shook, and he thrust them into his pockets despite the heat.