Machine Imperfect

In another time there once existed an incomplete machine.
It was invented to be productive and efficient.

Instead the designer never finished its construction.

Bolts never tightened.
Nails left bent.
Wirers never coded.
Levers never greased.

And a Main Frame with holes in the contents.

Yet it was shipped out and set up to begin work.
Sent to a factory to perform varying tasks.
Pressing onward to function as the other tools did.

If this machine could talk it would speak of its difficulty and how its inability to properly work left it feeling down.

Still it pressed on.

Taunted, tarnished, and worn it later became in time.
Poorly kept and mistreated to the point of near break down.

Until it was that another person of some familiarity appeared in that factory.
Hands loaded with pieces and parts.
Shiny gears and gleaming springs.

This figure took to the engines and machines one by one working for hours.
The repair and work continued until the moon reached into space's black abyss.

The machine still working this whole time seemed to be in a prime performance for once in several weeks. However, the repair man left soon after darkness came.

Grabbing his hat he then stepped out of the factory. The machines were turned off and the main floor silenced as the work day had ended.

The machine left unfixed sputtered to a halt and stopped before a worker attempted to shut it off.

Night came and went and in the morning the factory's main hall was soon filled with workers chatter and then overtaken by the hums and buzzing of many machines.

That was except the one incomplete machine. A worker attempted to start it up only to hear a loud bang followed by silence. The incomplete machine finally broke down and would move no more.

For days it sat unused and untouched over time becoming seized up and dusty.
"One could wonder if this was fair."

In a week's time this machine was close to obtaining the fate of scrap. All day the machine remained as it had been for seven days.

Sun rose and set and the workers soon filed out of the building into the night. Except for two figures in the main hall. One a common worker in dirtied leather garb and another in a brown suit. They spoke for some time and then concluded with the exchange of some money. The man in the suit exited the building. The worker however, approached the machine and produced a large metal wrench in hand.

Pulling the tool up high over head the worker paused before swing down with a thunderous blow followed by a smash.





A lock connecting the machine to the work table set in place many years ago was destroyed. This worker placed the wrench down and lifted this machine in his arms. He carried it outside and around the corner to his truck and placed it in the bed. Starting up the truck the man drove home.

Upon arriving home the machine was placed within a dark garage upon another work bench. A light turned on and placed on the machine. The man sat down at the bench and laid out many tools.

He took a screwdriver and removed the old rusted bolts.
He used a hammer to break away the old poorly constructed frame.
He warmed a torch to separate the machine into sections.
The machine was taken apart piece by piece.

The man examined every piece with a master's insight. Broke and worn piece were thrown aside and replaced with better gears and cords. This man spent much time working on this machine until the sun rose and he finally left to go to bed.

The sun's light pressed outward producing a warm light with poured in through a window on the wall of the garage. The light lit up the area where the man had worked all night long. Three items existed in this place where the machine once was placed.

One a brass wall clock. This would soon become a family heirloom for nine generations in this family.

Another was a sewing machine. It was later used to produce clothing for the children of the man and his wife. Also wool clothing for a baby on the way.

The last was a music box. Finely crafted with a wood frame and the gears and springs from the machine. The song it played was the old melody "You are my sunshine."

So this once broke and incomplete machine became a set of items that would continue to bring joy to a family for a long time.