The green sun set was still far off, but it was already dropping below any temperature that he could stand. The days had been getting increasingly colder, strange to think that last year around this time it was well above a hundred. "The machines must be back on again," he thought to himself. He had passed by the great workshop a few months ago to collect the bugs that always swarmed there. He had at …showed first 75 words of 845 total…

…showed last 75 words of 845 total…some kind of symbol, like the markings on the machines. <Tab/>He woke up from his state and stared at the column more intently. He couldn't read the symbols on the machines, but he knew that they once meant things, maybe these did as well. Looking at his surroundings, he started to realize... he had been here before. He had once known what this all had meant. But what had happened?