It really is a machine. Cold and perpetual, emotionless, multi-geared, too large to grasp; all of it is true. A never tiring, never slowing, never ending, blood crazed machine. The lack of empathy that is displayed through the accumulative formation brought forth from these once empathetic souls is depressingly unsurprising. Simply “doing one's job” is now the ultimate excuse and source of cover for the most horrific facets of humanity. The illusion provided is comedic once examined. Although it should be examined often, it is rarely ever even comprehended and the reflection to blame is all too real. No ultimate moral or solution to find here however, simply a degree of friction amongst the ever turning clockwork. Praise be to our one true religion...