Tracy entered in awe, as they did everyday. The monstrosity rising before them through the lab’s windows. But it was swiftly undercut by the stench of coolant and solvents. It wasn’t quite the new car smell, that once existed in the cockpit, but was replaced by sweat and oil. Even outside the airlock nothing could escape the smell.
All around them stood machines aiding machines, with a few humans crawling about to check the progress or aid in the more intricate efforts. Tracy would be among them soon. They just needed to don their safety suit first.
The changing room as usual was quiet. The whole facility was relatively hushed for working on such massive machines. Only the hum of ventilators and pumps seem to carry.
For Tracy it was like entering a cathedral or temple. There was a reverence from all involved as they went about their tasks. No one moved swiftly or spoke loudly. But there was an air on concentration and contemplation.
Tracy slipped on the boots first. They were difficult things given they were attached to the rest of the suit. Everything was unwieldy as Tracy had to scoot into the entire thing rather than putting it on piecemeal. The fewer seals meant fewer points of failure for the suit and Tracy was happy for that. She’d lost count of the number of times something had been spilt on them or a tool slipped.
Today’s art is courtesy of Shinku Kim from Seoul, South Korea.