The factory floor is completely dark, but my path illuminates before me. It is nearly Monday. The motion sensors in the room are very specific to the working areas in order to save money. Walking through this giant room, roughly 2×2 city blocks in size, the lights illuminate millions upon millions of dollars of assembly equipment and partially completed jet engines. I loop back through the middle row, the ceiling light pattern creates a lowercase ‘h’.
Midnight Pratt (anecdote)
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