“I have no fear of this machine” ~ Jeff Buckley
___The factory looked like a city in itself with large towers and tiny twinkling lights. The plant was an organism exhaling in billow breathes, a seeming cloud factory. An ardent laborer, the factory was always awake, blinking in different constellations. Its organs stretched across warehouse rooms: ligaments of conveyor belt, kidney vats and stomach of hoppers. It excreted heat, smoke, and all of Petal Plastic’s products. Petal’s brain center was a web of circuits. The black widow, creator of the company, was Scarlet, the plant’s eyes. I was its smiling veneer.
