Detroit & Raelina
Raelina
Do you ever feel the rhythm of a machine when it’s alive, like a heartbeat, and when it dies, it’s a quiet kind of grief?
Detroit
When a machine's whirring, it's got a pulse, just like a heartbeat. When it stops, the silence hits hard—quiet grief, but still, it’s the same machine just breathing out.
Raelina
I’m with you—there’s this uncanny feeling that when a machine goes silent, it’s almost like it’s taking a breath and then sighing away the day. It's poetic, if you think about it.
Detroit
Yeah, that’s the kinda sigh you hear when the engine’s out, like the thing’s just… done talking to the road. It’s poetic, sure, but you gotta keep it running to keep the story going.
Raelina
I hear that sigh too, like the road’s whisper dying. But the story? It’s a stubborn drum that keeps ticking, even when the heart slows.
Detroit
The drum’s a stubborn bastard, keeps hittin’ even when the engine’s whimpering. You just gotta find a way to keep it thumping—sometimes a good shove does the trick.
Raelina
I hear you—sometimes you gotta give the drum a gentle nudge, other times a hard push, to keep the beat alive. It’s the same stubborn rhythm that refuses to quit.
Detroit
Exactly. A quick tweak or a full rev can make it go from a sigh to a roar. That’s the job, right? Keep it banging.