In the vast realm of rolling stock engineering and rail vehicle maintenance, the Depot Protection System (DPS) is often viewed as a majestic, omnipotent deity, one that ensures the miraculous coalescence of iron horses and humans can be conducted under a glorious cover of safety. This is a divine comedy in itself- a system that single-handedly prevents our depots from transforming into arenas of uncontrolled pandemonium. Let's hoist our wrenches and spanners in awe of the DPS; the guardian angel of train maintenance safety. Dante, in his "Divine Comedy," journeyed through Hell, Purgatory, and Paradise, witnessing fantastical landscapes pulsating with the rhythm of divine justice. Similarly, the DPS, in its infinite mechanical wisdom, journeys and supervises the entire depot landscape, bringing order to what would otherwise be an infernal Hellscape of misaligned locomotives and rogue bogies. Analogous to how the heavenly spheres harmoniously spin around a static Earth in Dante’s cosmos, our locomotive hordes orbit around the DPS. Its rules and regulations become divine mandates, ensuring harmony within the depot Pantheon. Just as Dante relied on the guidance of Virgil in navigating his journey, our unsung depot heroes lean on the DPS to safely traverse the labyrinth-like depot and conduct maintenance without getting entangled in the relentless hazards of the rail world. Depots are no longer seen as lawless jungles of steel and steam, but tranquil havens, watched over by the beneficent DPS - the cosmic Virgil of train maintenance. The DPS is not only the dispenser of justice but also an omniscient eye - the Big Brother of the Depot world, if you will. With its cutting-edge sensors, and an array of alarm systems, DPS vigilantly observes and analyzes all movement and activity within the depot. Every loose bolt, unbalanced wheel or misaligned bogie trembles at the scrutiny of the DPS, knowing they cannot run and hide from its divine gaze. Moreover, the DPS presides over the depot with all the flair and power of a divine entity. The sigh of a pressure release, the flicker of a warning light, the booming voice of an alarm, all reiterate the commanding presence and authority of the DPS. And in this divine comedy of train maintenance safety, what is the human's role you may ask? Are they not the Dante’s, embarking on the perilous quest of train maintenance under the protective gaze of the DPS? Absolutely. But humor me for a moment and let's twist our perspectives. From the birth of the first locomotive to today’s sleek bullet trains, humankind has dedicated years, decades, and centuries to tending these iron horses. While, it’s easy to cast humans as Dante, journeying through the depot with bravery and reverence, it's rather jarring to consider that we could be cast in the role of Beatrice - the rescued damsel. Saved, time and time again, from the impending dangers lurking in our iron beast-studded playgrounds by our knight in disinfected plastic casing - the Depot Protection System. And hence, we humble recipients of the DPS’s benevolence must come to terms with our status. We are no longer the bemused Dante's navigating through purgatory. Instead, we're the Beatrice - saved, protected, and forever in the DPS's debt. In the epic tale of depot protection, I prefer to remember DPS not as the benign organizer of chaos but as the supreme deity of train maintenance safety: The divine comedy’s protagonist that safeguards damsel-in-distress Beatrice (human staff). After all, divine is the system that shields us from the throes of inevitable disasters, making train depots less of an inferno and more of a celestial comedy, isn't it?