Monkey

A wrenching and roaring sound revved from the deepest darkest part of the chamber, echoing off the steel basins and wired scaffolds. X32008.6_V1 stepped off the platform, encircling the rotating lever. Steam issued in short bursts, as pulleys worked, and iron gears grinded.

Within an instant, a vertical strip, a beam from the east, poured cream and white on V1, and the surrounding pasty platforms and tarnished girders. Verily, it thought, the door needs oil. Within seconds, the fluid bi-pedal proxy silently lumbered to the door, peering into the morning midst.

The frozen hills impressed a realm enveloped in lazy winter, seamed in by brown departed shrubbery, and a few slithering stratus wisps. The full solar flames danced along the medley of rust and plating V1 could only consider its most humble threshold.

A cautious and curious columbiform flapped and frawed overhead, causing V1 logically to imagine biting jealously on its koala bottom lip.