Let's Go

We began construction that night. The factory churns out trinkets that satisfy the inspectors, bullets, shells, the occasional missile, nothing to create undue suspicion. Meanwhile, I begin the quest for funding that will break us free from these distractions. This work is more important than any war of the governments or any campaign carried out by our private buyers and with independent funding we may truly devote ourselves to the task.

But, despite the disruptions, the work is getting off the ground and the grinding of gears grows louder. Time moves along and the city gets a little dirtier with every minute, like a distant memory. The buildings move outward and upward, expanding to hold the monstrosity’s increasing size. The war contracts get larger, and we funnel to profits into meaningful production.

The size of the buildings increases even further as the days roll on and we hire more workers, replacing the three out of ten who are lost in the depths of the machinery. The corries in the surrounding hills fill with their corpses but still more come as we subsume the city in our growth.

Soon, very soon, our time will come, the work will be completed, and we will rise from the ashes, a species achieving our purpose, finding our reason for being, and exploiting it. But, for now, we grind ourselves to the sound of gears and the clouds of smoke.