The beeping never stopped. The robots never slept, not even when they were unplugged. It was a nightmare.
The machine shop today.
The snowflake (?) patterns were hand-laid throughout the hospital. It is possible some or all of these tiles were laid by patients, as it is on record that they were used for simple tasks in the name of occupational therapy.
Part of the 1917 mill that had a little bit of roof left over it–most of this building was open to the sky. The birds loved it, but everything metal was quickly becoming too unstable to walk on.
Between the room with mold sand and the space where the car’s metal bits would be put together, a pillar is marked as structurally vital.
The cupola–the space above the silos–is surprisingly original. The building was too unstable for anyone to scrap it out. Seriously, the floor is a deathtrap.
Chester Creek takes many such sliding dives where it empties into Lake Superior.