The Golden Greenhouse
The banquet hall of the Sterling & Vane Industrial Complex smelled of roasted pheasant, expensive cognac, and the metallic tang of ozone that permeated the ventilation shafts. It was a celebration of the new automated loom, a machine that could weave thread with a precision no human hand could match, and the air was thick with the self-satisfaction of men who believed they had solved the...
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