Rating: +67 Sister-Legate Trunnion had arranged the meeting in Regulator Maintenance Room 25b. Though her freshly Standardized ears had no trouble hearing over the inspiring din of the Cathedral of Industry, she was unsure of her visitor. Either way, the task at hand allowed for no distractions. Hence, the comparative quiet of the temporarily-deactivated 25b. Although sitting there, beneath the twin brass spheres of the regulator, she couldn't tell if the visitor minded. Or had even noticed. Sep 28, 2012 Indie Games- Triumph! War 2099 BoredGamersHD. Unsubscribe from BoredGamersHD? Cancel Unsubscribe. Subscribe Subscribed Unsubscribe 24. She re-straightened the papers placed at perfect right angles before her, Standardized throat ticking softly as it engaged her speaking linkages. 'If you're comfortable, we can begin, Mister Chase.' Chase said nothing. He had not said anything since the meeting had began, only handed her a damp, gray business card stained with something acrid. On it were three words. THE FACTORY CHASE His face was a broken, ravaged mess of corroded iron and weeping chemical effluent. It collapsed into a mouth with jagged porcelain teeth, and spoke in a voice like a loose bolt passing through a live steam turbine. 'What is it the Cogwork Orthodox Church needs, Sister Trunnion?' She hesitated. The face was bad enough. Broken enough. The voice was worse. The other Factory representatives hadn't been as unpleasant. It took considerable effort to not lash out at him. She took some solace in the fact that he hadn't used the second half of her title. Only partial knowledge of her role in the Orthodoxy could make him much more willing to divulge useful information. Live ok dev ka dev mahadev ringtones for cell phones. Life Ok Mahadev ringtones for mobile phone or for mobile device from category 'Entertainment' ringtones.That music Life Ok Mahadev you can use as cell phone ring on mobile phone, smartphone, and that mean that list of the supported models is unlimited: Nokia phones, Samsung, iPhone or Android OS smartphones. 'We've been having some concerns. About the-' 'Invariable Transmission? What seems to be the trouble?' She glanced down at the neatly type-written papers, their plain black ink stark in the soothing actinic glow of the single arc lamp that illuminated 25b. Production was up, praise be. Standardization was surging forward like the great rampaging juggernaught of Industry that was the Steed of God. ![]() And yet Well, that was the reason she was here. 'Let me preface this by saying that the Transmission's performance has been nothing less than spectacular. We're moving well ahead of schedule now, and the Church Patriarchs are confident that Standardization will be able to overcome the Maxwellite heresy within the year.' Chase leaned forwards, planting unevenly-fingered hands on the tabletop. Where they touched the polished brass, they left spreading rainbow stains that disturbed Trunnion to her very core. 'I sense a 'but', Sister Trunnion. Come on, out with it. The working relationship between the Factory and the Cogwork Orthodoxy can be nothing if not open and honest.' She inhaled deeply, accordion-pleated lungs expanding like stubby wings. The Lord was her Schematic, and as part of his Design she could not- would not falter. If her suspicions were true, the next few minutes would be crucial, not just for her but for the future of the Church. 'As I said before, we have concerns about the design.' Chase had no eyebrows, but part of his face shifted in a way that was unquestionably a cocking motion. Our technicians were very thorough in incorporating it into your fabrication systems. I'm sure you know this, but we at the Factory are extremely impressed with the prodigious levels of mass-production you've created here. Manufacturing on a level that rivals those what do you call them, Mark Twenty-Fours they h-' Her lip twisted at the memory of the technicians, their plastic- plastic- bodies skittering organically over the machines, aligning camshafts and tightening belts between the consecrated bronze assembly line and the twisted, horrid, irregular- 'It's not about integration. It's about design. We feel that the construction and form of the Transmission is inappropriate for placement in a church. Your machinery, though undoubtedly effective, is- is obscene, Mr. Chase laughed incredulously, little spatters of something landing on the papers before her. It took her great effort and the rigidity of a Standardized spine to keep from recoiling. 'After two weeks of successful operation, you're raising doubts about aesthetics, Sister Trunnion? I find that hard to believe, frankly,' he said, wetly. Then, drawing a tightly-bound sheathe of ragged dot-matrix paper from one of the pockets of his incongruously immaculate suit, he spread it atop the puddles left by his hands on the table, letting the blueprints for the Transmission fan out before him. Trunnion shuddered at them. Oh, to be sure she could admire the machinery on a detached level- the gearboxes that curved in on themselves, engines intersecting engines, steam ducts that tesseracted in impossible shapes, but- 'It's- it's messy,' she blurted out, despite herself.
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