Real Life slips away, grass a distant memory of another man, before there was friends and birds and air and work and things to become, before there was chaos, Now there is order, ratios, routing, busses, bottlenecks, and absolute mastery of my world. Conveyor belts swim in my dreams, inserters are my only friends, the factory must grow, for nothing beyond the factory exists any longer. 10/10 would reccomend