"Coming up to full speed," somebody said.I can hear the pitch change is high-pressure steam rushed through thousands of precision blades, spinning ton... of steel and copper. I saw the magic number '3600'. "Get your readings," I said, "and say when." A minute passed.The mechanical engineer looked up. "Looks good," he said. "Let's see if your shit works." George! Watch your language! Cindy's here!" That was Bill. He was here to watch the festivities and now he was taking care of his adopted. I was a rustic village girl and my father was all too happy to get rid of me.After I came to your father’s house I realized that I was expected to do everything. There being no other woman in the house. This was a village setting and besides doing house hold chores like cooking cleaning and washing I had to also care for the cattle. Being a young girl I just could not cope but instead of getting sympathy from my FIL all I got was scolding and abuses. I tolerated all this as long as your father. They took us on a tour of the building. The place was clean, but stark. The walls were still the grey concrete, never having been painted. The concrete floors had never been sealed, so small particles of concrete were scraped up as you walked. The lighting was not quite bright enough to easily see your work.The floors were divided into two distinct sides. One side of the first floor made nothing but T-shirts. They had huge rolls of material that were laid on a cutting table to be cut into. Red appears above Barry, holding a clear cube with no bottom, a small semi-circular hole near the bottom on one side, and a small oval hole at the top. Red puts the box down over Barry, the semi-circle accommodating his neck so the box sits flat on the hard ground.Barry's head is now encased in this clear cube, just a few inches of clearance on either side; enough room to turn his head, and even that, just barely.Red signals Yellow and Blue to leave; they do so but leave the cell door open.Red.