The Silent Listen

Inside of an inside machine

I'm in a place resembling a huge garage. Inside of it there are things are happening around me which are difficult to describe. In this place I'm in, where I am among others. We are waiting outside of a home nearby that we have just finished constructing. 

The construction work being done is completely automated. All we only have to stand aside while the machines do the work, while making sure there is no major computing errors. I'm building up the place using the massive mechanical arms of these construction bots. There are big arms for demolishing or lifting. There are also smaller arms for precision work on fine details or delicate features like wiring work.

Inside the garage where we're at it feels like we are left to our own devices and kept in place to keep us focused on our tasks at hand. Also, in order to keep us out of the way because we are not allowed under any circumstances to go onto the construction site itself. Presumably because of the danger it would be for a human to go out into what is essentially a mechanical jungle of moving parts. But more than that, it is because having a human onsite would interfere with the precision equipment and that would be bad for business by slowing it down with our presence there. 

Rather we stay inside the garage looking place, which is starting to look more and more like a factory. I look up and notice with no real wonder, there are lots of moving parts above me almost like an engine room. It seems that these marvels are no less commonplace than a cloud in the sky. This being a world of mechanical feats that would be unheard of anywhere else. 

On top of all that, there are also machine people, that are a mix of bone and machinery. But these bones are like the skeleton of a worm, in that the way they move almost like an invertebrate around the ground without any real support of their bodies. Plus, there are clones of each other walking around or should I say crawling around. 

These things have sharp edges that are dotted with spiky bony protrusions which line up in a synchronized pattern. Almost as if it were a caterpillar made of spikes that are jointed together. I am getting restless and head outside to monitor the work that is being done. I find everything out of order and there's a sort of deck that has been demolished and set aside onto these posts. A bunch of wood has been scrapped and placed on top of the posts as if in nests of wooden design. None of it seems to match what we were being shown on our displays inside of our garage workstations.

 So, I am fine now that I'm standing on top of one of these posts made of scrapped wood and fashioned into a sort of oversized bird's nest. Looking down I see one of the construction workers who seems to have machines that obey his commands, thanks to a song coming from his mobile station on wheels. It is managing the hammering and other carpentry work. 

For some reason my being there means I'm in trouble and I have to protect my life when the carpenter with the automated machines sees me. There is a screen on an oversized TV. The events in the TV seem to be from an anime TV show and are somewhat mimicking what is happening in the garage in real life. I have to use the hints from the TV to figure out what is going to happen next and defend myself because I'm about to be under attack according to the show.

These robot skeleton crawling caterpillar things make more clones of each other and step up to help us in the fight. Most of them get wiped out despite fighting valiantly. Their delicate frames are simply no match for the heavy equipment bots. Which only serves to anger us more and fight harder against the enemy. 

But the enemy seems to have the whole garage engine is under their control and the room itself fights back at us. It's like a car engine blown up to a giant size and we were walking inside among the moving pistons and other nozzles or open pipes inside of it. The giant engine uses its massive pistons to suck me in like it were a giant vacuum and get me into the machinery of the garage again. 

Then it is outdoors again and high above in the sky lots of planes are about to take off to fight some more against a massive object in the sky. It hovers over the major world centers and there is a lot of despair because of the hopelessness of the situation. We seem massively outgunned and out of options but we have no choice but to fight back against the enemy invasion. 

Back at the construction site I have managed to get back out onto the outside of the garage. Where the mysterious worker commands his machine walking worm insect type of devices to come after me by deconstructing the posts that I'm standing on one by one and I'm going to jump from post to post high above the ground from them. 

I have also got fighting skills and I put them to the test by going into head with the mystery robot Carpenter man. There are also some of those large safety vest mixed with body suits of wearable armor fighting alongside as well. There's a girl inside one of them too who seems familiar and only seems to be there for her sex appeal because she does less fighting and more seducing the men into do what she wants. 

The room which makes up the engine seems to start expanding and changing into a different form. But it makes the room larger first, to accommodate the workers inside. All the while the machinery is pumping ever more furiously. They've got to get away because this garage shelter room is no longer safe, relatively speaking. So, a group jumps out and are mixed up in the fight as well. 

There's an old professor type of inventor. There's this man in a suit, with machines equipped and with weapons tied into his armor tailored into his suit. There's a girl who seems to be mostly a mechanical worker and is there mostly for support. Although she does have a big wrench that she swings around. Her wild blonde hair is held back with a beanie. And despite her big eyes she has a tomboy like personality. There's more of those armor suited warriors as well. Most of them get wiped out quickly leaving the other noncombatants to pick up the slack and an armor suit against the unseen enemy that seems to move too quick to fight.