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In a black and white metal universe,
two dark machinists escaped from bygone times or future ones,
actuate once again their spectacular mecanism.
The opening is done by a dance without half-mesure,
a waltz which put the time in the box, making us lose the heads of the tails.
Silence, immobility of the attitudes,
one by one the characters are released,
the spectacle can start...
Meet in crescendo with the first,
the second and the third type before discovering the one who diverted its voice.
Microcuts and others "bugs" ponctuate the spectacle
to lead to a total destabilization of the system
caused by the individual awakening of each protagonist
then confronted with the absurdity.
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Automatics 
