We snug the belt down over our hips, feel the thin leather creak around our fists, watch the needles climb into the red as the lights glimmer and flicker towards us. Beside and before and behind and surrounding us machinery spins and spools and clunks and festers, waits and lurks, screams and strains.
Our teeth clench around the toothpick, chin dips as eyes narrow into the mercury glare burning through the thin-slit screen ahead.
New.
Fucking.
Project.
…and the world drops away beneath us.
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