As he entered inertia mode of the rear suspension in the CAD workbench to discover why the BOM had blank empty spaces, he was working through his thoughts like flipping through files in a box cabinet, opening each file to go deeper and further dissect them Every flip, every thought was a roller coaster ride through the vicissitudes. He looked through the rain drop on the massive glass windows before him towards the grease filled and component strewn workshop with the self driving bot in the heart of it with engineers giving it life. In the corner locked up and chained was his Chelsea bicycle, just looking at the in-need of tightening seat he could feel the cartilage in his hip flexors. As Yann Tiersen tuned into his ears, it continued..

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