The Machine towers over the city, a gargantuan maze of steel, cogs, and steam. Thousands slave away to feed the beast lumber, coal, and blood to build it bigger. No one knows anymore why it was made, who made it, or what it was meant to do. But if anyone is heard questioning The Machine, that individual can expect no mercy. Those who came before can't have dedicated their lives for nothing, they can't have! They cant! -- Anon Guest
[AN: Nonny have you watched a series called Lexx? Just asking]
The Machine was life. The Machine was home. The Machine was all. Do not question The Machine.
Bad things happen to the fools who do.
Best to keep your head down. The Machine selects the best work for your skills. The Machine shelters you, feeds you, teaches you. The Machine is family We're all a family, here. You love your family don't you? You'd do anything for family. You'd better do everything for family.
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