Judging from old pictures and maps, raw ore was dumped through these hatches, stamped into a rough powder, and hastily sorted before sending the best ore to the mill. Mills charged by tons of rock sent to them, so it did not pay to send them obvious tails.
I don’t think we’re anywhere near maximum pressure anymore.
“Paint the fence,” they said, but I don’t feel like it… who cares, anyway.
The Atlas D command building. As Brutalist as it gets.
Broken dishes and rotten burlap, mixed with the general trash left behind after the roof collapsed on the poor house.
The east side of the boiler shop sported a platform with a control booth and heavy machine mounts. Note the door that replaces the lower section of stairs for explorers.
These were some of the most attractive shops of all the mines in the area. It’s no wonder Hanna Mining wanted to use them as their center of operations in the Iron River district.
The buildings were level with one another, so one could look through as many as a dozen factory floors from one window.