by Will Stanton » Wed Mar 23, 2011 5:11 am
"Apparently, tour guide," he winked at Sara, as he threw open the main doors.
The entire first floor was an open space--or at least, it would have been, if not for all the whirring and clanking machinery! A lot of conveyor belts being fed into large machines, with odd sounding smashing and twisting noises--the machines themselves were elongating and contracting as if they were in a cartoon. Giant mixers mixed what smelt like chocolate and fruit and things together; giant cranes picked up ingredients from bins and dropped them onto belts---the things seemed to stretch on for miles and miles and miles, in all directions--including upwards.
Running to and fro all over the place were...well, hundreds---maybe thousands of people. Many of them were Saras--the majority, as a matter of fact--but quite a few were Rachels or Simons or Bears or Tinks--even some Robins (adult future version). No two were exaactly identical--hight, for example, seemed to vary quite wildly, with some being nearly 20 feet tall, and a group of 3-inch tall Sara's darting by the trio's feet, each carrying one chocolate chip.
PLASTICINE