Workplace Accident

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On the fifth note, the piston shot forwards, launching the rod and connecting the two squares perfectly.  The result toppled off the back of the platform and landed on the conveyor belt, which toted the finished widget towards the warehouse.  Then another rod showed up on the little elevator in front of the piston, just in time for the next two squares.

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Every system in the assembly line was governed by the rhythm of the music.  It echoed throughout the large chambers of the factory as the machines processed the individual squares and rods and then put them together.

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Supervisor Johann carefully made his rounds, silently nodding his head in time with the music.  He paused at every machine to make sure it was doing its job on the beat, and stopped to chat with a coworker.

"Yo, Johann."

"Hey, Mozart."

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"Say, did you buy the Tiny Ghosts' new album?"

"Nah.  Who's interested in a band where all their songs are less than fifteen seconds long?"

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"A lot of people, apparently.  They're creeping their way up the top ten."

"Eh, I'm rooting for the Rockers myself.  At least J.J.'s songs are of reasonable length."

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"Suit yourself.  See ya."

With that, Johann left and continued his checks.  The final assembly area, where the piston was launching the rod into place between the widgets, was his last stop of the day.

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Just as Johann entered the room, the lights went out.  This was part of the factory's cost-cutting procedures; the room was only illuminated by a single spotlight shining on the main platform where the three pieces were connected, while the music and the machinery played on.

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Damn!  Why is my timing always so lousy?

Johann carefully made his way across the bridge towards the main platform, taking care not to fall off the edge in the dark.

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Unfortunately Johann wasn't paying attention to the reject slots, where the squares fell into if the rod couldn't connect them, and his foot got stuck in one.

@&#$*@#&*$&*#@!  Just my luck!

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Johann pushed and pulled on his foot, then managed to get it out by taking it out of his shoe.  He then carefully yanked his shoe out of the slot and hobbled over to the spotlight so he could put it back on.

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Ah, finally.

Paying more attention to his foot than the music, Johann carefully shoved his shoe back on, then pulled out his clipboard so he could finish his checks.

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Finally he looked up.

Oh fu-

SO.

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Supervisor Johann's body wasn't discovered until the next morning, with a rod stuck clean through his chest.  The cause of his death was listed in the papers as a workplace accident.