Mistakes are the easiest things to come by, only being countered by the knowledge that you wish you had. Sometimes the mistakes are made by the lack of understanding, while others are created by the unkind companion we call clumsiness. No matter how you look at it, you can only hope that the mistake you make isn't one that cost people their lives.
My co-workers were clocking out, leaving me behind to finish things up before closing up shop for the night. How I got talked into working at a technologically advanced slaughter house, I'll never know. Perhaps it was the machine they held that filled me with curiosity.
The machine was massive, almost half the length of a football field. It was this long conveyer belt with a couple housing units inside that would do different things to the meat we throw in there, before spitting it out on the other end, ready to be packaged and sent out on the trucks that would come every morning.
This machine was by far the most advanced thing I'd ever seen. I'd studied up on it, just as everyone that works with it must do before they begin work. I knew all the safety precautions to take before using it.
After I knew everyone left, I decided to have my own time with it. After all, I needed to get a few more dead cows through it. I used the meat hooks to pick up the body and place it on the track. It was a little challenging and heavy, but I managed to pull it off.
I walked the body over to the track and tried to bring it back down. As I did so, I nearly lost my balance but managed to catch it before releasing it from the hook. I looked down at the body as it traveled along the track. However, I didn't pay any attention to the large, metal hook that was swinging back to me after I released the cow from it.
The hook hit me in the back of the head, causing me to lose my balance and fall onto the conveyer belt. My body was flooded with panic as I tried to regain my balance and jump off. I was unable to lift myself up and was carried along the track. I tried as hard as I could but the pull of the belt was too strong to fight against.
I got dragged into the first terminal. I was lucky that the first one just scanned the meat being processed. I hoped and prayed that it had some kind of fail safe that would detect a person and force the machine to stop. It didn't seem like I was too lucky, as I was carried out right through the other side and toward the next terminal. I ran as hard and fast as I could against the track. I knew what was coming next.
I tried to scream and call for help but the machine was too loud and drowned out any noise escaping my throat. I was carried right through the next terminal. I felt cold, metal clamps hold me in place as razor blades came down and dug themselves under my skin. Unspeakable pain shot through my entire body as the blades began to peel my skin away. I thrashed against the arms, trying as hard as I could in hopes of freeing myself. Instead of getting free, the blades only dug deeper into my flesh.
After my skin was gone and the endless unbearable pain coursed through my body, I attempted to stand. I was unable to do so, as the nerves throughout my body were exposed and even the slightest touch sent shockwaves of pain through me. Not like it would be any use anyway, the track was walled off at this point.
The next terminal I entered, I was pinned down and large metal presses came down and stomped on my limbs, causing the bones to snap. After they came down, a large blade came and cleanly sliced my arms and legs off.
I was barely conscious enough to feel much pain. I was feeling light headed. The next terminal I was taken to, a metallic claw shot up inside me from beneath and I could feel it grinding up my innards. It was the most intense pain I'd ever felt, like vomit was about to come up, only the burning from the stomach acid was everywhere inside of me. I felt it pull my innards out, and everything faded to black.
My co-workers were clocking out, leaving me behind to finish things up before closing up shop for the night. How I got talked into working at a technologically advanced slaughter house, I'll never know. Perhaps it was the machine they held that filled me with curiosity.
The machine was massive, almost half the length of a football field. It was this long conveyer belt with a couple housing units inside that would do different things to the meat we throw in there, before spitting it out on the other end, ready to be packaged and sent out on the trucks that would come every morning.
This machine was by far the most advanced thing I'd ever seen. I'd studied up on it, just as everyone that works with it must do before they begin work. I knew all the safety precautions to take before using it.
After I knew everyone left, I decided to have my own time with it. After all, I needed to get a few more dead cows through it. I used the meat hooks to pick up the body and place it on the track. It was a little challenging and heavy, but I managed to pull it off.
I walked the body over to the track and tried to bring it back down. As I did so, I nearly lost my balance but managed to catch it before releasing it from the hook. I looked down at the body as it traveled along the track. However, I didn't pay any attention to the large, metal hook that was swinging back to me after I released the cow from it.
The hook hit me in the back of the head, causing me to lose my balance and fall onto the conveyer belt. My body was flooded with panic as I tried to regain my balance and jump off. I was unable to lift myself up and was carried along the track. I tried as hard as I could but the pull of the belt was too strong to fight against.
I got dragged into the first terminal. I was lucky that the first one just scanned the meat being processed. I hoped and prayed that it had some kind of fail safe that would detect a person and force the machine to stop. It didn't seem like I was too lucky, as I was carried out right through the other side and toward the next terminal. I ran as hard and fast as I could against the track. I knew what was coming next.
I tried to scream and call for help but the machine was too loud and drowned out any noise escaping my throat. I was carried right through the next terminal. I felt cold, metal clamps hold me in place as razor blades came down and dug themselves under my skin. Unspeakable pain shot through my entire body as the blades began to peel my skin away. I thrashed against the arms, trying as hard as I could in hopes of freeing myself. Instead of getting free, the blades only dug deeper into my flesh.
After my skin was gone and the endless unbearable pain coursed through my body, I attempted to stand. I was unable to do so, as the nerves throughout my body were exposed and even the slightest touch sent shockwaves of pain through me. Not like it would be any use anyway, the track was walled off at this point.
The next terminal I entered, I was pinned down and large metal presses came down and stomped on my limbs, causing the bones to snap. After they came down, a large blade came and cleanly sliced my arms and legs off.
I was barely conscious enough to feel much pain. I was feeling light headed. The next terminal I was taken to, a metallic claw shot up inside me from beneath and I could feel it grinding up my innards. It was the most intense pain I'd ever felt, like vomit was about to come up, only the burning from the stomach acid was everywhere inside of me. I felt it pull my innards out, and everything faded to black.
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