Factory Town -
He looked at the grey horizon, then back at the violet glow spreading through the rusted pipes. He took his hand off the lever. If Factory Town was going to survive the dying world outside its fences, it needed to be more than just a machine. It needed to be alive. com/2014/10/factory-town/">spooky, noir mystery instead?
: The rhythmic clack-clack of wooden carts rolling over timber pathways. Factory Town
Elias hurried along a narrow catwalk. Below him, workers (who looked like small, industrious pegs from this height) continued their programmed tasks, oblivious to the sound. When he reached the primary sorter, he found the culprit: a single, unrefined crystal from the forbidden Wildlands had somehow entered the production line . He looked at the grey horizon, then back

