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Five people are trapped inside an enormous machine

Arin ate her first apple when she turned one million.

"Are those batteries?" she asked. 

"No, those are the seeds. We don't eat them"

"Father, can I short-circuit the secondary feeds with the heat wrap again?"

Metal responds to prybars and spanners, but people's brains respond to shouting and shame

"Pythagoras!" she hissed. The only curse word that Mother let her use.

Someone screamed. It was Mother's voice, from above. From the gauge deck. Then a second scream. Not a second scream from Mother, but a second voice screaming as if she was injured or trapped.

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