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there is no water, just people carrying other people... all the way on top are a couple few sitting on their machines sucking out the lives of those who are carrying them while throwing out trinkets in hope to direct the masses... or something.. a nightmarish spike of steel and flesh, a spring fountain of value next to a smokestack of death, all the way down beneath the machinery: on all fours, crushed backs, hands desperately scratching up dirt to feed the machine in hopes for a smidgen of anything and the bottom of the machinery would be a boot..