The Adventures of Diesel, Part I

It was a dark and stormy night in 1965. In a factory far far away, the sewing machine that would become Diesel sat shrouded in darkness beyond the end of the assembly line. In flashes of lightning our young Diesel caught glimpses of the others. Hundreds of metal machines just like himself, squared off in rows, silently awaiting the packaging, boxes, and detailed manuals that would be there come morning.

Diesel swore to himself in that moment that he would be different. He knew he was different…

TO BE CONTINUED…

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