Clarken was the man which nearly everyone wanted to be, he was the fellow who would work his nose to the grindstones so that others wouldn’t feel the pain he felt. He had himself turned into a mindless machine so that he would never stop sweating and bleeding for these people. As a machine, he would do this for a hundred years. The gears of the machines he ran were covered his ancient blood and sweat. After one hundred years, people had forgotten who ran the machines and they began to search for these workers who ran the machines. It puzzled them, that they couldn’t learn of these works and it also puzzled them to know that their machines were constantly being run. They didn’t understand it. One day, they found Clarken, the machine that worked alone in the dark, and damp place.
Clarken looked up from his work and stared at them for a moment. No one had called him Clarken in nearly 50 years. But he was a machine now, made to work forever and that is what he did. He continued to work while those mortals gazed upon him in awe.
In later years, he was forcefully removed from his work station and opperated on. The Engineer Doctors wanted to hear Clarken’s voice, his thoughts and his experiences. The Engineer Doctors, after some time, were able to have Clarken speak to them.
However, Clarken had no interest in speaking.
Clarken tried to escape from the Engineer Doctors and they had to stop him. After some time, they had stopped him and bolted him down.
The awed mortals wanted to know who made Clarken a machine, who made him do work, who was his boss, they wanted to know everything that Clarken had no interest in telling to anyone.
Clarken wasn’t programmed to work, as the Engineer Doctors discovered, Clarken had a completely organic human mind. However those Engineer Doctors couldn’t believe this. They couldn’t understand why someone would want to work for hundreds of years.
They would soon learn, after they mess with poor Clarken’s head after sometime.
They learned that Clarken loves the people of his city, he loved people and he loved his family. His family died and his only love was people. It was simply people he loved. He didn’t want people do to the work he had to do, so he had himself made into a machine that would grind itself into the grindstone. So while other people lived an easier life, Clarken would keep the gears of the machines of the factories that made steel and electicity, damp with his oils. The Gears were damp with his sweat and blood before but now they would continue to be dampened.
Still, the Engineer Doctors didn’t understand. The people of this century are naive, Clarken thought,they know nothing of the pain of industry.
The Engineer Doctors refused to let Clarken work again, and Clarken rejects their rejections.
Clarken attempts to escape again and this time he does. He breaks the bolts that hold him down and he escapes. The Engineer Doctors were hot on his tail. Clarken ran into the factory and to his workstation. The factory was falling apart around him but he was determined to work for people.
The people who had died years ago, the people who were just born and those who were living beautiful lives now. Clarken jumps into his work station and turns his machine on, but he hadn’t noticed that it had been disabled. The machine wouldn’t start and Clarken panics. He flips each lever and button he has ever known but nothing would work. He realized that they would never let him work again unless they needed him. Clarken runs out of the building and to the new powerplant. Clarken storms in and smashes a large hole in the generator. The city’s power is gone now and Clarken crawls inside the generator. The Engineer Doctors couldn’t find him anywhere while Clarken builds a tredmill. Clarken plans that he will run on the tredmill to power the city. It would sound foolish to a mortal but to Clarken, it is a beautiful service. Hours later, Clarken has gathered together enough scrap parts to build this tredmill and he builds it. He connects it to the generator and prepares to run.
He will run for the city, to power it so that others would not have to work in the way he once had too.I will work for this city for centuries,Clarken thought,because I love its people. I shall—
But to Clarken’s dismay, he is shot down, shot to bits and torn apart by the weapons of the people. The people have had no knowledge of what he was going to do. The Engineer Doctors didn’t understand either, as they lifted his mechanical corpse up and brought back to their lab.
Let us thank those who now and in the past work their blood and sweat into their work to give us what we have today.