The Sisyphus of the Assembly Line
Arthur worked at the Zenith Automotive plant in a town where the sky was the color of a bruised plum and the air tasted of sulfur and old grease. His job was simple: tighten bolt 42 on the chassis of a mid-sized sedan, every twelve seconds, for eight hours a day. It was a rhythm that dictated his breathing, his heartbeat, and his thoughts. He was a man of absolute discipline. While his...
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