These are ancient, cold, and cruel Devices in an ice cave
deep beneath the surface of the state
. They are the color transmutors
; they produce the enormous quantities of beige
consumed by dozens of E2
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The origin of the Machineries is obscure and their workings incomprehensible. Their usage is empirical
s and carboy
s of puce
, and fleen
are dragged by stunted microcephalic
servants deep into the bowels of the earth
where the ice cave
s 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 cave
s, 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
by their sacrifice.