The beeping never stopped. The robots never slept, not even when they were unplugged. It was a nightmare.
A one-of-a-kind installation in Armour’s otherwise gutted engine house.
The middle section of the smokestacks were coal hoppers, and this device would load the coal into the hoppers from the conveyor belt it rode across. The bottom section of the stacks were storage rooms while the very top were, surprise, chimneys for the power plant.
A closer look at the side of the generator.
Empty spools, thousands of them, were around the mill.
The women of the hospital made clothes for the other patients.
When I looked out of the old mill, I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell was holding it all up.
The pigeons and raccoons have no use for these, so they will sit empty until snow or fire removes them by force.