Chapter 12 The Laundry Detergent Disaster And The Id Crisis

• Morning sunlight streamed through the police car’s window, gilding Kai’s profile with a faint golden halo. He sat upright in the passenger seat, hands neatly on his knees, eyes fixed on the world whizzing by. Skyscrapers loomed like a steel forest, colorful billboards flashed, and pedestrians fiddled with glowing rectangles.
• “Lady Lena, those iron beasts… no, cars—how do they move on their own?” Kai’s curiosity finally burst out, voice brimming with wonder. “Some kind of mechanism art? No horses, no spiritual energy…”
• Lena’s fingers tightened on the steering wheel. “Internal combustion engine. Burns gasoline.” She kept it simple. “The principle is… forget it, I’ll get you a physics book later.”