The Sentinel has been watching over the people of our town for months now, perhaps as long as a year.
I think it has no human operator. It works of its own accord, pulling up blocks of building material not particularly high into the air to make a new residential development on the old Marks and Spencer's site; an overpowered machine taller than the church steeple working on a four storey complex.
Ergo, its purpose is not just there to build. It is there to survey all.
I have no idea whether its presence is benificent, or malevolent. All I know is by day or night in all weathers, it pierces the sky above our town, casting a red glow over the surrounding shops, visible from miles away.
What will happen to us when it leaves? Or perhaps, before its work is done.
Si
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