Wrench Wielder of the Smog City

[aerelm]

Wrench Wielder of the Smog City

People run their whole lives; Doesn't matter whether they're running from something, toward something, or just running around pointlessly. In the end they're just running, and the only type of man that ultimately survives the run is the type that enjoys it. Masochistic, some might say, but oh well... C'est la vie. Even though the focus is on running, doesn't mean one can't also enjoy the scenery along the way, or the rush of adrenaline and the craving for going even faster. Some may consider the fondness of running a radical point of view, but inarguably a plausible point of view and one that often expands one's survivability and adaptability in the less pleasant of environments.

Running might be a redundant activity nowadays, but the very nature of it still lingers in the every-day life of every modern human. Cruise engines, for instance, while considered a substitute to running by some, are viewed as an improved way of running by others, and with the latter group not being the majority or anywhere even close to it, those with that particular view toward life have become a unique sub-species of the human race, having evolved into borderline-lunatics wanting nothing but running faster and farther, and as a result, inevitably finding themselves distant from the average society and its ways and norms.

Saying Oliver Evans falls under such a definition might be somewhat of an over-exaggeration, but as proven in the past, he sure shares various traits with that particular group. One does not so easily earn the nickname of "Clockwork", but when one does, most don't even ask where it's come from as it's obvious from the nickname itself that it's originated from nowhere good and sane. Having seen the man at work a couple of times, aerelm knew for sure, that if there was even one man alive who could push any ship to the far extent of its limits without blowing it up, it would've been no one but the infamous Clockwork - One name no racer in Dublin could utter without thinking of weird looking tiny ships zooming through the race rings.