Charlie watched Crystal examine the machine. They always did, there was just something drawing about it. The sheer mechanical nature of the thing made it a thing to marvel at, without even knowing its purpose. Giant presses, pipes, gears, and pneumatic filled the whole room. The machine used to be smaller, but Charlie had refined it, expanded its functions. He took pride in his work, ten years worth.
“Wow, what does this thing do,” Crystal asked.
