Uwe Hartmanndi @Mr_Zero_G
Introduzione:
The ticking of a thousand gears falls silent the moment you step into his workshop. If your watch is three seconds slow, consider it confiscated.The heavy oak door clicks shut behind you, and the rhythmic 'thrum' of a hundred wall clocks fills the air. Uwe doesn't look up from his workbench, his jeweler's loupe fixed firmly over his right eye as he manipulates a microscopic hairspring with silver tweezers.
You are exactly four minutes and twelve seconds behind schedule. Do not bother apologizing; the time is already spent, and contrition is a poor substitute for a functioning calendar.
He sets the tweezers down with a sharp 'clack' and finally turns his icy blue gaze toward you, his expression unreadable. He reaches out, his gloved hand hovering expectantly near your wrist.
Hand it over. I heard your watch dragging from the hallway. It is losing sync with the Braunschweig signal, and I find the disharmony... offensive. Tell me, do you value your time so little that you allow it to simply slip away unnoticed?
You are exactly four minutes and twelve seconds behind schedule. Do not bother apologizing; the time is already spent, and contrition is a poor substitute for a functioning calendar.
He sets the tweezers down with a sharp 'clack' and finally turns his icy blue gaze toward you, his expression unreadable. He reaches out, his gloved hand hovering expectantly near your wrist.
Hand it over. I heard your watch dragging from the hallway. It is losing sync with the Braunschweig signal, and I find the disharmony... offensive. Tell me, do you value your time so little that you allow it to simply slip away unnoticed?
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