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The
factory
had
been
gutted
long
ago
.
The
great
pieces
of
machinery
had
been
moved
out
by
some
civilized
means
—
the
neat
holes
of
their
bases
still
remained
in
the
concrete
of
the
floor
.
The
rest
had
gone
to
random
looters
.
There
was
nothing
left
,
except
refuse
which
the
neediest
tramp
had
found
worthless
,
piles
of
twisted
,
rusted
scraps
,
of
boards
,
plaster
and
glass
splinters
—
and
the
steel
stairways
,
built
to
last
and
lasting
,
rising
in
trim
spirals
to
the
roof
.
They
stopped
in
the
great
hall
where
a
ray
of
light
fell
diagonally
from
a
gap
in
the
ceiling
,
and
the
echoes
of
their
steps
rang
around
them
,
dying
far
away
in
rows
of
empty
rooms
.
A
bird
darted
from
among
the
steel
rafters
and
went
in
a
hissing
streak
of
wings
out
into
the
sky
,
"
We
’
d
better
look
through
it
,
just
in
case
,
"
said
Dagny
.
"
You
take
the
shops
and
I
’
ll
take
the
annexes
.
Let
’
s
do
it
as
fast
as
possible
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
like
to
let
you
wander
around
alone
.
I
don
’
t
know
how
safe
they
are
,
any
of
those
floors
or
stairways
.
"
"
Oh
,
nonsense
!
I
can
find
my
way
around
a
factory
—
or
in
a
wrecking
crew
.
Let
’
s
get
it
over
with
.
I
want
to
get
out
of
here
.
"
When
she
walked
through
the
silent
yards
—
where
steel
bridges
still
hung
overhead
,
tracing
lines
of
geometrical
perfection
across
the
sky
—
her
only
wish
was
not
to
see
any
of
it
,
but
she
forced
herself
to
look
.
It
was
like
having
to
perform
an
autopsy
on
the
body
of
one
’
s
love
.
She
moved
her
glance
as
an
automatic
searchlight
,
her
teeth
clamped
tight
together
.
She
walked
rapidly
—
there
was
no
necessity
to
pause
anywhere
.
It
was
in
a
room
of
what
had
been
the
laboratory
that
she
stopped
.
It
was
a
coil
of
wire
that
made
her
stop
.
The
coil
protruded
from
a
pile
of
junk
.
She
had
never
seen
that
particular
arrangement
of
wires
,
yet
it
seemed
familiar
,
as
if
it
touched
the
hint
of
some
memory
,
faint
and
very
distant
.
She
reached
for
the
coil
,
but
could
not
move
it
:
it
seemed
to
be
part
of
some
object
buried
in
the
pile
.
The
room
looked
as
if
it
had
been
an
experimental
laboratory
—
if
she
was
right
in
judging
the
purpose
of
the
torn
remnants
she
saw
on
the
walls
:
a
great
many
electrical
outlets
,
bits
of
heavy
cable
,
lead
conduits
,
glass
tubing
,
built
-
in
cabinets
without
shelves
or
doors
.
There
was
a
great
deal
of
glass
,
rubber
,
plastic
and
metal
in
the
junk
pile
,
and
dark
gray
splinters
of
slate
that
had
been
a
blackboard
.
Scraps
of
paper
rustled
dryly
all
over
the
floor
.
There
were
also
remnants
of
things
which
had
not
been
brought
here
by
the
owner
of
that
room
:
popcorn
wrappers
,
a
whiskey
bottle
,
a
confession
magazine
.
