earth. one of those factories was the chemical company where his dad used to be a shift manager, last year, before his nervous breakdown. his dad still worked with the company, but now he was a salesman and he was on the road a lot. the factory was the one with the six tall chimneys, and today white streamers of smoke were rising from them into the brown air.
junior felt like the king of the world, looking down from this height. but he had the bones in his pockets, and there was work to be done.
he went to the tank's hatch, where there was a flywheel. the flywheel had been 