i added on for school.




He told me he was an inventor, when he said we were going to his workshop I didn’t question him when he led me into the last Roman Catholic Church in town. When we first entered he told me not to be afraid and I laughed. I followed him down the aisle, to the door on the far left of the altar, which opened to a nasty looking flight of rickety stairs. When we were at the bottom of the narrow stairs and he handed me some latex gloves. He told me to put them on because "things might get messy" I nodded hurriedly as not to appear nervous despite the lump developing in my throat, he led me by my gloved hand down a narrow hallway. There we came upon a non-descript red painted door. He riffled through his pocket until he came across an oversized key ring, which held a key that seemed to resemble a simple car key. After giving me a reassuring grin, he creaked open the door, and I was nearly blinded by the light that seeped through the crack. He placed his hand on the small of my back and guided me through the door. I gazed about the vast white room; it seemed to go on forever. I rubbed my eyes unable to make out any shapes. Suddenly, as if out of a thick fog, faces began to appear before me. One of which, a pale woman with sunken Grey eyes. she stepped towards me. She walked like a ghost. more of gliding motion. She slowly reached forward. Before I could pull away in protest, she placed a cold slender hand on my cheek. Her mouth opened, wide. She took a deep breath as if to speak, but the sound that escaped her could not have been further from human. When she spoke it brought to mind miles and miles of asphalt, screeching breaks and crushing steel, emitting sparks in every direction. I turned to him in question, gaping like an idiot. "Relax," he spoke softly "they speak the language of machines."