Chapter 11
The gang members carried X onto the oil rig platform. His arms and legs were bound. The smell of oil and fire hung thick in the air like a blanket, but as X went further into the facility, he realized that it wasn’t being used for oil anymore.
They passed through a machine room where tattooed engineers picked dead androids apart and cut them with buzz saws. Android assistants moved among fireworks of sparks and loaded the freshly cut parts on a conveyor belt that carried them to a mechanical assembly line, where metal hands sanitized them, filed off serial numbers and applied a fresh coat of paint. Then the belt moved the parts deeper into a part of the factory that X couldn’t see. He heard crunching and booming sounds that shook the platform, and wondered what they were doing
