Last night the plant was empty and every machine had a voice

Dreamed I was walking the floor at 3 AM, all the presses shut down, and every machine was speaking — not yelling, just talking. They were listing all the things they'd made over the years. Every single part. I didn't know a machine could sound tired but they all did, like men after a double shift. Woke up and sat in the dark for a while, just listening to the house settle.