A telescope broke twice over upon the news that a machine... a SOULLESS PILE OF SCRAP would take a job he'd been doing for years. It was a thankless one but it's all he has keeping him afloat! "THEY CAN'T DO THIS!!" he screamed. His blood boiled as he grabbed his hammer and threw himself at the wretched steel beast. Each swing caused a cog to fly, each cog and shard of metal cut his skin as he warred against it. Vengeful tears were in his eyes as he and the machine bled. Black blood and red oil. He'd rather die than let this thing replace him.