The Machinery

Victoria王柯允190110621

You are shivering in the bathroom of the company, and your colleagues are rhythmically smashing at the door. Fear attacks your nerves because you have discovered their secret.

On this day, as usual, you impatiently press the noisy alarm clock at 7:30, half open your eyes, come to the bathroom, stand in front of the mirror, wash your face, and brush your teeth. At 7:50, you make a cup of instant coffee, and the baked bread pops out of the toaster with a "Ding". You quickly finish your breakfast and quickly wipe the food residue around your mouth. At eight o'clock, you run downstairs to catch the first subway of the day. The subway is crowded with people, but, as always, you feel that something is wrong - everyone's eyes are dull, like piles of scrap metal. "Maybe it's Monday, so everyone can't cheer up," you think silently in your heart, and then you also lower your head and fall asleep unconsciously.

"The train has arrived." You are awakened by the sound of the announcement and drag your tired body to the first floor of the company building. "Is it because you stayed up late and worked overtime for too long?" You feel very heavy today, as if it wasn't your own body——just like machine parts that have been in a bad state of repair for a long time. You raise your head and look at the company building - it's big, like a dark cloud, almost covering the whole city.

You go into the building and look around. You can't tell what's wrong. Unfortunately, the elevator has stopped working, and you have to take the stairs. Sad to say, the lights in the corridor flicker. "Monday is really bad," you mutter. You turn on the flashlight of your mobile phone, reluctantly light the road ahead, and stagger upstairs. Suddenly, you step on something under the soles of your feet and kick it. It makes a tinkling sound, like machine parts. You continue to walk up, and bursts of current sound come to your ears from time to time. "The circuit must have some problem. When the maintenance workers start work, I have to call and ask them to repair it quickly," you say to yourself.

You continue to go up, and the tinkling sound is getting closer and closer. You suddenly realize that there is no one in the building. What's the matter with this sound? You feel coolness behind you and start to speed up your steps. At this time, your mobile phone suddenly runs out of power. Strange, that's so strange; you charged your mobile phone before you went out. You suddenly feel that everything in the company has become strange and incomprehensible this morning. You can only keep going in the dark, carefully grasp the handrail of the stairs, and continue to walk upstairs in the endless darkness.

You come to the 14th floor panting. 14th floor? You immediately pat yourself on the head, you went to the wrong floor! You just want to turn around and go back downstairs, but you're curious. The company never allows people to enter this floor. You hesitate, slowly turn around, and approach the door emitting strange blue light. The door can only be opened through a facial scan. Unexpectedly, the camera sweeps your face, and the door opens inexplicably: "No. 89757, Welcome!"

You stay where you are, return to your senses, and walk in slowly. At this time, the door suddenly closes, and you can only go forward with a stiff head. Countless high-tech products and electronic devices come into your eyes. The digital code on the computer screen is unfamiliar to you, an advanced student of software engineering who graduated from MIT. You want to stop and study it carefully, but your attention is quickly attracted by a closed small room at the end. You walk over and gently open the door.

The room is filled with the smell of rust and mold. You quickly cover your nose and look inside. You see familiar faces! Those who get along with you day and night are not humans! They are all robots! Programmer Han's coffee cup is filled with oil to lubricate brain parts. Xiao, the manager of the marketing department, has two spare faces, which are respectively happy and angry.

You scream in horror and flee into the bathroom. Previously inactive, they now chase you and surround the door without any expressions on their face.

"Don't come here! Don't come here!" You scream.

The mechanical people stand outside the door, and their voices converge: "it's time to update your analog imaging system."