It has been two weeks without Factorio.

I see inefficient logistics systems wherever I go, hallucinatory visions of belts plaguing my mind as I move my bloodshot eyes, a result of staring at the screen for dozens of hours at a time. My head hurts from dehydration, my eyes dry as I grind them shut and open again. My body is weak, but The Factory is strong.

The sheep around me live in a world of ignorance, unaware of the game, no, the lifestyle that is Factorio.

I've re-routed my digestive system so there isn't a backlog of food in my intestinal tract and changed my arteries into a "belt bus" to ensure that the optimal amounts of oxygen and red blood cells move through my internal tubes.

But it's not enough. We are not optimal. I have experimented on many before, all in the name of the Factory. "Monster," they called me, but they were blind to my advancements. The wake of failed experiments makes room for my final test.

My body is imperfect. My flesh radiating useful heat, and my brain consuming extra resources. This is inefficient.

I deconstruct myself, forming belt lines from my tubes, smelters from my stomach acid, and assemblers from my bones.

It is done.

I have become Factory, consumer of worlds, and the Factory must grow.

Pretty good game, 9/10