The Cargo Hold
The machine to your right looks promising. You make your way closer to it. It’s rectangular in shape, with a widening lip at the top of it. Possibly to make access to the insides easier? As you look down towards the bottom, it reveals a small hatch door. It creeps open, revealing a glorious golden-brown cupcake wrapped in some kind of cellophane. Your eyes beam. Jackpot. Before you can get your mitts on the pastry, however, it gets stowed into a storage container by a robotic service arm. You could chase after it in some sort of collection in wacky antics, but you consider yourself far too pragmatic for these shenanigans. The obvious solution is to try getting another one from inside this machine. You could try waiting for a few minutes to see if another cupcake would be dispensed out the bottom. However, in the interest of saving time, you logically conclude that the top of the machine is a good access portal for them. You’ll just reach your hand in and grab one from the bottom! It’s absolutely that simple, you think to yourself. I mean, when have you EVER misjudged something like this before? And you know what? You were right! It was the easiest way to get access to the cupcakes. You just didn’t exactly anticipate the method. You feel around inside with one hand, until you feel something round. It’s not a cupcake, though. It’s something... cold... and metallic. Before your brain can assess the situation, you feel the inner cogs of the machine turning again. Then, the sensation of the metal drums turning in on themselves, pinching your fingers in the process! Your attempts to pull them out are in vain, however, as the strength of a cupcake packaging machine is far beyond your own. Sad! Slowly, you feel more of your arm get pulled between the rollers. As they travel through the metallic maw, they begin to flatten into a thin sheet of ribbon. Soon, your arm is completely through. You try hanging onto something to keep you from taking the plunge, but there is nothing within reach that can give any meaningful support. You whimper as you feel the pins squeeze your torso, head, back, legs, and finally feet into a roll of wrapping paper. Well, this stinks. But that’s not all! The machine is made for wrapping cupcakes, after all. You feel the mechanical components inside begin to twist and maneuver your around. Then, your entire body begins to wrap around a little cupcake, sealing shut with a dab of adhesive. Wasteful? Maybe. But absolutely secure! Now nothing will steal this cupcake from you. Ironically, this would’ve been a win had the conditions been a bit different. At least you got a cupcake, though. When somebody finds you in the dessert drawer, I’m sure they’ll have the decency to restore you; and that cupcake will be all the sweeter by then.
Food Packaging!
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