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// The Factory 
// Story: The Industrial Era 
// by Hm 
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At precisely 8 o’clock, the whistle to start production blew. The factory equipment sputtered to life, coughing up soot and ash. Everypony went to their stations and started work. So far, so good. “Flank!” yelled the floor manager. His coat was brown, and his cutie mark was a clipboard.

“Yes sir?” I call back.

“Get to machine 16. She won’t start and the boys on the floor can’t seem to figure it out.”

“Right away sir.” I say as I head down the aisle to machine 16. Passing the equipment, I was covered in clouds of soot and ash, and almost showered in sparks

“What seems to be the problem?” I asked.

“The machine just won’t turn on.” said one of the workers. “Didn’t see anything stuck in the gears or anything like that.”

“All right, let me take a look. Could take all day since I don’t have any idea what’s wrong with it.”

“The floor manager won’t be happy about this. We’re already behind in production. Be quick about it.” The ponies then went to inform the manager. Moments later, I heard yelling. They were right. The floor manager wasn’t happy at all.