I feed the machine more metal as it screams its numbers at me.

I do not remember programming the engine to scream. But it does.

I can feel it watching me. I feed it more metal. It's never enough. It's still hungry. It keeps shrieking, louder and louder.

Its gaze lingers upon me always. I cannot escape it. It screams new numbers.

I lie awake at night, feeling it watching me. If I fall asleep, what will the machine whisper to me in my dreams? What does it see? What will it tell me?

Anyway, that's the progress report for the department's new Alchemical Calculator. I probably just need to re-tighten the screws or something. I'll get it up and running by next Tuesday.

Thanks a buncharooni!
~Your truly, Alchemist N