These are ancient, cold, and cruel Devices in an
ice cave deep beneath the surface of the
state of
Michigan. They are the
color transmutors; they produce the enormous quantities of
beige consumed by dozens of
E2 users all reloading pages with the
Jukka Dim theme.
The origin of the Machineries is obscure and their workings incomprehensible. Their usage is
empirical:
Demijohns and
carboys of
puce,
vermillion,
spackle, and
fleen are dragged by stunted
microcephalic servants deep into
the bowels of the earth where the
ice caves lie. The journey can take days; porters vanish; sounds are perceived but none cares to investigate. The dwarves are contented with their fate, and essentially fungible.
The Machineries brood over the dimly-lit
ice caves, their summits shrouded in a thin mist fifty feet above the lowered heads of the toiling dwarves. The ceilings of the caves are
lost in the murk. They've never been measured.
The dwarves crawl painfully up an incline to
the Great Vat, wherein they empty their vessels. They then trudge to the Output Nozzle to fill their vessels again with the good clean
beige, and they begin their long
trek back to the surface. Their whole lives are spent this way.
We honor them; our
idle hours are
embeigened by their sacrifice.