One cylindrical roller bearing. One metal block. 2530 engraved by its side. One transparent plastic box filled with cards with name and logo and address and phone number lays beside a stack of loose note papers, scribbled with numbers and formulas and incomprehensible short forms. At times, talks about steam usage, material candidates for 20" ball valves and centrifuge manifold sleeve scoring defects interrupted by the coarse voice of a man over radio, asking for a permission to release keylock for a motor of a centrifugal pump somewhere at 3rd floor of a formaldehyde plant. LCD screen is flooded with colors, shading cells of pre-formulated equations.

Everything seems bleak. And lifeless. Is this the end?


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