The same engi­neers which built robots to write our songs and paint mas­ter­pieces and cre­ate images to sell us cloth­ing, while we worked at cash reg­is­ters and coun­ters, fac­to­ry lines, and grills. All the intel­li­gence was left to the beings that stole our art and for­got our passion. Somewhere in some con­fi­den­tial oper­a­tion, the engi­neers built a giant gear to spin the world for­ward and bring about the new day. It was built by robots, main­tained by humans cov­ered in the blood of face­less sheep. ~Adam J. Galanski-De León is the author of the short sto­ry col­lec­tion, The Laughter of Hyenas at Bay (Raging Opossum Press), and the novel­la, Intrepid (Alien Buddha Press).