the glass factory.           
                                        
                                        
                                      
                                  
                                  
                                          
 several  centuries  after  it  had  last 
 belonged to us, we went on an outing  to 
 the glass factory that bore  our  family 
 name. it had  changed owners many  times 
 since  our  ancestors  death,  and  then 
 stood   abandoned  for  a  long   while. 
 finally, the  natural  end  station  for 
 the buildings  that survive:  a  museum, 
 and a gift shop.                         
                                          
 there's  a  long  time  since my  family 
 made  anything. by  many,  we  would  be 
 considered poor.                         
                                          
 there  are two main  factory  buildings, 
 domed things of  several floors, made in 
 yellow brick. large but  narrow windows, 
 reminescent     of    some    cathedral. 
 custom-made glass, of course, large  and 
 leaded, and ashen. a bit too dark to  be 
 practical.  on   the  eastern  building, 
 some are shattered.                      
                                          
 the other  one is publicly open. there's 
 a museum,  with wax figures of  my great 
 great  great grandfather,  or something. 
 various  tools (or replicas) laid out on 
 tables, with  explaining texts. a lot of 
 glass     of     varying      thickness. 
                                          
                                        
                                      
                          
                                      
                                        
                                          
 i quickly  sneak out, and climb into the 
 other   building.    the   contrast   is 
 overwhelming.   it   must   have   stood 
 derelict  for   a   long  time,  windows 
 broken,  metallic  trash  and  pools  of 
 dark  glass  all  over   the  floor.  no 
 electric  lights,  but i can see  by the 
 light that shines  in wherever  the dark 
 windows     are    missing    a    pane. 
                                          
 however, the greatest difference  is the 
 higher  floors: this  building has none. 
 it is one massive hall, stretching  away 
 infinitely  above me. somewhere up there 
 is  some  great  iron latticework,  from 
 where  chains  are suspended, and  parts 
 of  machinery  has  been  falling  down. 
                                          
 there  is,  in the middle  of the  great 
 hall,  a  thin  spiral   staircase  that 
 leads up  there. i sneak over there, and 
 take a few  reluctant steps.  after just 
 a  revolution, i  notice  that for  each 
 step  the  building  starts to glow, the 
 bricks  turning  a  dark  red,  and then 
 orange,  all the  piled up debree  being 
 lit from behind.                         
                                          
 i stop  ready to  run down and  out, but 
 there's someone  else  on the  staircase 
 with   me  now,   pressed   close.  he's 
 looking  like  me, short hair  and  thin 
 arms, but  with ears  from  some animal, 
 and more  disturbingly, completely  made 
 of dark liquid glass.                    
                                          
                                        
                                      
                          
                                      
                                        
                                          
 my  fear  holds  me  in place  while  he 
 starts  operating levers  and dials  set 
 in the  center of the staircase. slowly, 
 it starts  spinning,  circling  upwards. 
 it's   an  elevator!  i   start  to  run 
 downwards,  but   now  the  liquid   boy 
 creature  grabs  hold  of me.  i try  to 
 shake  him off, but he's too strong, and 
 pulls   me   back   up    beside    him. 
                                          
 this time, i  turn  angry  instead. what 
 the  hell? who  is this guy, acting like 
 this? i  reach out my  free arm and slam 
 a  random  lever.   some  metal  bar  is 
 suddenly  released  between us,  hitting 
 him  on  the arm,  forcing my release. i 
 shove him off  of me, and he falls  into 
 the    levers,    messing    them    up. 
 immediately,  a   thin  rusty  chainmail 
 curtain  is dropped around me.  but  the 
 elevator also  speeds  up significantly. 
                                          
 the  walls  are  flaring  now,   yellow, 
 white,  almost blue. i close my eyes and 
 curl  into a  ball. but then, the  glass 
 boy  screams,  a   piercing  sound  that 
 forces my eyes back open. i  watch as he 
 becomes  too  liquid,  his  body pooling 
 down in  his  now massive tail,  and the 
 tip  of it suddenly breaks of in a glass 
 drop  that  falls   toward  the  factory 
 floor.                                   
                                          
 he's  crawling on the stairs, unable  to 
 keep his body upright.  can't reach  the 
 levers,  claws  at  my  chainmail  cage, 
 while  his  body is  turning  into  dark 
 pearls. finally,  he's lost too much  of 
 himself  and  the scream  is  cut short. 
 the   last    of    him    rains   down. 
                                          
 i  still  can't reach  the  levers  from 
 within my cage.  looking  up,  i  try to 
 make out  the ceiling, but  it's  all  a 
 whirling sea of colours. below  me glows 
 the hellfire  of  the factory walls, but 
 very faint.  i  sit  down, curl back up, 
 become still.                            
                                          
                                        
                                      
                          
                                      
                                        
                                          
 a  large  clunk shakes  my  entire body, 
 and  snaps  me  back into  reality.  i'm 
 back  at  the  factory  floor,  but  the 
 stairs   are  still   moving   slightly, 
 clicking  in place, carrying me the last 
 few  centimeters.  i  came  from  below, 
 somehow.  the  chainmail  is  retracted, 
 and   i   slowly  dismount  the  stairs. 
                                          
 shaking and crying,  i make my  way over 
 the factory  floor, wading through  dark 
 glass marbles. a quick glance down,  and 
 i see  there's  something  faint  inside 
 them.    embryos?   are   these    eggs? 
                                          
 i   shudder,   and   climb   back   out.