He scrolled to the bottom of the list.
The year was 2020. December 31st, to be exact. Leo sat in his freezing workshop, a rusted shipping container at the edge of a decommissioned plant. In his hands, the hardhat. On his laptop, a cracked, sun-faded program: . --- Hardhat Electronics Led Edit Download From 2012 To 2020
The hardhat sat alone in the dark container. And every eight seconds, its light blinked a silent, stubborn rhythm against the rusted walls. He scrolled to the bottom of the list
He thought of the plant closing in the morning. Of the last beam he’d set in October. Of the way the other ironworkers had looked at him—not with pity, but with a quiet, tired respect. the hardhat. On his laptop