章 191: Whiplash

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Contrary to all the modern technology that recent renovations and Chihiro's money infused into the factory, the red, flashing emergency light was clearly a relic of the past... long in the past, when most of the factory equipment that was replaced could claim that moniker on their own.

Still, while old and not really efficient, those ancient bulbs of colored glass possessed one quality that most modern technology did not – they were durable beyond any modern reason, any modern standard, be it against physical damage, wear and tear, or the greatest enemy of them all – time.

Where modern technology and devices were designed to withstand only the duration of their warranty period, these simple red lightbulbs looked time straight in the face, taunted it for another bout, and, against all odds, thrived.

Still.