Some parts of the doctor’s apartment in the Administration Tower were decidedly upscale. Look at the beautiful ironwork on that sink!
The beeping never stopped. The robots never slept, not even when they were unplugged. It was a nightmare.
The right-pointing crank adjusts the rollers inside of the mill. How fine do you want your flour?
The huge snowfalls of 2011 brought new collapses across the buildings.
This picture is perhaps the most appropriate in its visual depiction of how unstable the mill was. 1. Note the lack of stairs on the spiral staircase; they’re rusted and twisted apart, not simply cut off. 2. Notice the cracked concrete on the lower left corner; that was cracking as I was standing on it taking this photo, and don’t think there’s anything under that to begin to stop one’s fall. 3. You’re looking into an open elevator shaft; its safety cage is sliced away and wide open.
Looking out the finishing end of the sintering plant at a network of torched-off catwalks through a maze of rust and asbestos. Paradise.
Like a grave marker, a single post remembers where Dock 3 stood on the bay.
A scrapped steam turbine, perhaps. In the background you can see a gutted casing for another turbine.
Funny how sensitive modern English speakers have become to gendered language. I doubt the workers here–almost all female–were offended by this posting for ‘Workmen’s Compensation’.