Zadown Posted August 6, 2002 Report Posted August 6, 2002 Some day the factories will wake up. It’ll start slowly, ponderously (they are big animals, after all, and they’ve slept a long time) - a slight tremor, a minute change in the pitch of the normal background noise, a slight increase in humidity. The workers inside will feel a wave of eerie nervousness sweeping over them, but they are sensible people, and so they do not mention it to each other, but they will see it in their co-worker’s eyes and wonder. Animals have already all fled flying, crawling and running away in the cover of darkness without anybody noticing it. New tremors will come, and moisture will cling to the walls, making them slippery, slimy, shiny. The outer skin of the factory-beasts will shake off some of it’s sharpness, it’ll lose the straight lines and 90-degree corners, it’ll stretch and reshape, wobble and move. Very, very slowly at first. The workers might see the changes then, but they are dreaming factory Dreams already. Their eyes will glaze over, and they will fall silent more and more, leave out the coffee breaks ("I think I really need to do this now" first, and then just silence and a few nods, until even the nods are forgotten and all communication is lost, unneeded) and after a while it'll be hard to see where the factory ends and worker begins, both ticking away at the same speed in the biomechanical landscapes robbed from Giger, black and blue and red and white veins throbbing in dark walls that ooze tar-like substances that seems to half-shine in the light of the few surviving lamps, rust and blood and rust mingling together, machines groaning and moaning and roaring... Edited by: Zadown at: 8/5/02 12:33:52 pm
Gyrfalcon Posted August 6, 2002 Report Posted August 6, 2002 I am so never stepping foot in a factory... unless they need their computers fixed for some reason. Good story, Zadown, now I think I'll look askance at every factory I pass by. Heh.
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