From the moment we decided on the course of the future back in the private garden of the cafe's owner, only about an hour passed before we all stood up in a circle around huge stacks of papers, all filled with data the sensors in the factory recorded as the disaster nearly played out.
"Are you ready?" Standing to my right, Claire asked with a worried look on her face. A look of reluctance, guilt, and unwillingness… A look that ended up overshadowed by determination.
A determination born out of the fact that we both shared the same belief that the issue with the factory was simply too big for us to ignore.
Whether it was a disaster in the making, a birth of a god, or merely a bunch of misconceptions that grew on us to the point where our view on the matter turned pretty fatalistic, we simply couldn't stand by and do nothing.