by Will Stanton » Mon May 25, 2015 4:58 pm
"Yes'm..." he said, his eyes turning blank.
They walked up some stairs, down some more, through a hallway that grew and shrank in size, through some doors in the floor and ceiling, down a slide and up a pole, ending up in a drafting room, overlooking the factory floor.
People were scribbling designs, crossing them out, and throwing them away as they tried to design and plot things. They paid no attention to the newcomers.
PLASTICINE