Man In The Machine

His focus is as sharp as ever as he works on the intricate engraving. One slip and two weeks of work will be wasted.

But he does not slip, even with the tiniest tools. Working late into the night, he completes the task. Stepping back to admire his perfect masterpiece, he bumps into a small table, knocking several tools to the floor. As he picks them up, a sharp edge rubs across his finger.

“Ouch! How careless of me.”

He reaches for a tissue as his blood starts to run down his finger… but it isn’t blood… it’s lubricating oil.