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The Whirring Machine
The machine hums loudly, its body metallic and wide. It whirs as it moves back and forth, picking up small pieces from the floor. A belt carries them to a spinning drum that shakes them around like little stars falling down. The machine’s arms reach out to grab more items, then swing them into place with a soft clunk. Each piece disappears inside the big metal belly until it’s full, ready for its next trip through the factory.