Once upon a time, there was a bird. The bird did not know its mother, nor its father.
It lived alone, in the factory, looking down on people. Watching them. Analysing them.
It puzzled the little bird, who were these big ant-like beings? They came every day, every morning. They ordered themselves along the moving line. They left when the night had fallen.
One day, there was something different. Somebody came, made a lot of noise and all of them left. The bird followed them. But seeing that, it had run away. Until the wings were too painful to continue.
These thing were nothing like ants.