Elias was a "Worker 01," or at least that’s what his internal gears felt like. He spent his days at the edge of the Great Forest, picking herbs and tossing them into a series of gravity-fed slides. He watched as the purple clusters zipped down the mountain, disappearing into the belly of the Apothecary.
That was Clara, the Head Architect. She didn't use hammers or nails; she used blueprints and logic. Today, the town had finally produced enough Paper to "unlock" the secret of Logistics. Factory Town
The town was a masterpiece of motion. To a stranger, it looked like a giant, wooden clock fallen on its side. Conveyor belts made of cured leather groaned under the weight of iron ore, and steam-powered wagons whistled as they carried warm bread from the stone ovens to the General Store. Elias was a "Worker 01," or at least
"Research is ready!" a voice boomed from the Hilltop School. That was Clara, the Head Architect
In the valley of Oakhaven, the morning didn't start with a sunrise; it started with the clack-clack-clack of the wooden chutes.