The plant is metallic massive, colored engine red.
The plant is strapped, banded, bolted together to hold in place
vats and tanks of contents stressed from boiler distillation.
The factory's floor has been emptied of robotics,
thus, Ranger Walker walks by himself the graveyard shift,
which in half an hour (approximately) he'll shuttle back
to Mojave of Used Parts to file his monthly report.
This is too weird.
This is too amusingly scary.
I think I'll just take a piss,
and go back to sleep.
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