Factories

"A marvelous feet of modern engineering this place is!" This is spouted from the same half mechanical human thing that gives the tours ever hour in front of the finished products. More fucking half mechanical human things. I have no idea what purpose they serve or why I'm stuck slapping on metal plates over hearts that beat with no direction. I mean there's no blood in them when I slap the metal on. So the heart has no purpose, but it keeps beating. It's just like some kind of lost puppy that keeps on cuddling up against its dead mother. The blood comes last. Step nine. Step nine in human building. Yes, a marvelous feet of modern engineering. At the end of every hour, the tour comes to where the blood is transfered into the bodies. A huge sound rushes into the room and everyone is taken aback for a second. Then the demented human gets spewed out of the factory. Everyone claps. A part of society now! Fuck, I hate my job.
-Conrad