These are ancient, cold, and cruel Devices in an ice cave deep beneath the surface of the state of Michigan. They are the color transmutors; they produce the enormous quantities of beige consumed by dozens of E2 users all reloading pages with the Jukka Dim theme.

The origin of the Machineries is obscure and their workings incomprehensible. Their usage is empirical: Demijohns and carboys of puce, vermillion, spackle, and fleen are dragged by stunted microcephalic servants deep into the bowels of the earth where the ice caves lie. The journey can take days; porters vanish; sounds are perceived but none cares to investigate. The dwarves are contented with their fate, and essentially fungible.

The Machineries brood over the dimly-lit ice caves, their summits shrouded in a thin mist fifty feet above the lowered heads of the toiling dwarves. The ceilings of the caves are lost in the murk. They've never been measured.

The dwarves crawl painfully up an incline to the Great Vat, wherein they empty their vessels. They then trudge to the Output Nozzle to fill their vessels again with the good clean beige, and they begin their long trek back to the surface. Their whole lives are spent this way.

We honor them; our idle hours are embeigened by their sacrifice.