The secret sweet-yet-salty center of the nameless factoryscape. Home base, tuned to rule the AC and turn out Product X at record rates, I’m sure.
Colorado, the most miningest state in the union, seems to be pictured in this lunchroom mural.
In the mine offices, a training manual for miners sits open. Here’s how you signal to the surface if you are trapped after a disaster.
A half acre of switchboards and switches, circuit breakers and generators. Modern.
One of the only modern features aboard was its bow and stern thrusters, which would have helped the Ford a lot, if it was not for the fact that without a working engine, forward motion was impossible. Strangely, even before it was scrapped, it could probably move side to side.
Power-up to cool down… would have been nice on the hot day I climbed on top of this machine.
The chief engineer had many phones. It’s my guess one connects to the pilot house and the other connects to the emergency steerage station that’s mid-deck.
A fireproof room in the basement, perhaps for ammunition storage at one time.
Old parts catalogs litter the floor. The office overlooks empty shelves. Graffiti glue peeling paint in place.