>>64482041
[Interior, MUNITIONS LOADING BAY. Thousands of hive workers pull vast cables to swing an immense warhead into a transport cylinder. Cut to close up of filthy hands. They are cut and worn by rough metal cables. Blood runs down pallid wrists]
There is no freedom of thought or expression.
[A loading worker mutters something to his teammate. A five-limbed cyborg overseer on a quad-tracked turntable rolls in close and begins to revolve swiftly at the waist, the electro-whips on its main appendages indiscriminately lashing the offender and his peers]
Every act is geared to the furtherance of more violence and strife.
[CLOSE UP of human faces etched with misery. The only clean areas are the tracts where tears have run down their cheeks, making runnels in the encrusted dirt]
In this endless wheel of pain and death, there is no hope of escape. A worker will live, sire offspring, and die in the same industrial habitation complex.
[ALLEYWAY exterior. Human female with straggly, greasy hair is giving biological birth on a rain-spattered street. The ground is slippery with grime and unidentifiable, rotting matter. The sounds of the birth are traumatic. Mutant rats look on hungrily, eyes red]
A worker’s children will perform the same task as their parents, often at the same alcove station, in dynasties of unthinking graft that stretch back centuries.
[MANUFACTORUM interior. The malnourished corpse of a bullet worker who has died of exhaustion is unshackled and cast aside. Skull-masked overseers step over the corpse without comment, force-marching the worker’s daughter to the same workstation and collaring her to the gantry with the same chain. Its links are still wet with her predecessor’s blood]
To be a cog in this relentless, grinding machine is to know nothing but futility and despair.