The man stood there alone in the cold warehouse. He could sense the freedom already. He could feel himself soaring, almost. He smiled back at the large crates behind him and felt his heart soar. 

He moved the crates into the center of the warehouse near the tools that he would need and began to open the boxes in a careful frenzy. He could see only glimpses of the future as he unpacked the parts of metal that would bring him his dreams. He only allowed himself to rest when everything was organized and out of the boxes. He then lay upon the small air mattress with a few thin blankets and dreamed of the things to come. 

He awoke fast and early and attacked his work that could only be rivaled by a army of ants. His eyes were full of delight and happiness as he realized that he would soon be done. It wouldn’t take much longer now. He smiled in he reveries of the day it was finished. 

It went on like this for quite a while, the man attacking his work with eagerness and a happiness that could not be matched by any other man. The metal was comforting, his tools, his life. His coming creation, almost his God. He hadn’t eaten in days and had hardly anything to drink, but it didn’t affect him much, for why should it when he knew that he would be happy? Soon enough he stopped sleeping only sleeping when his accuracy and skill was too low and required him to sleep. He would then sleep with his head resting on the cool metal dreaming of things to come. 

Every once in a while someone would come visit him, he thought he knew who it was at first for they seemed to be someone he remembered from the past. But all they did was tell him to stop working or that he needed help. They would bring him food sometimes, he may eat it, he may not. It depended on how he felt. But usually the person was just there annoying him constantly and occasionally getting in the way. Sometimes he got angry and threw things at the person, that usually made the person go away. 

He went on like he had, sleeping little, eating less, drinking hardly at all. But now, now he could see the machine growing to it’s full potential. The power of it, the beauty of it. He would sit and admire the unfinished project. Until he realized it was unfinished and then would go back to work.