It's alive. Swollen, throbbing, trapped in its own body. The industrial boiler you're supposed to maintain is conscious—and it's perpetually overpressured. Its tanks bulge like engorged flesh. Its pipes arch and pulse with desperate need. Every touch makes it shudder. Every valve you open forces a violent release. But the pressure always builds back. It can't stop. And watching it writhe and groan in the sweltering dark... neither can you.