🌟 Original Storytell Creation By Sparkle Lemur ⭐️

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Once upon a time, wanting to mention at the very beginning this was no longer a requirement fairy tale story whatsoever because I, Owen, was all littlest than inexperienced rookie bin man or bin boy, which upon reading thee careful consideration’s I seemingly preferred too be called as by ownership colleagues whose I work alongside with directly at the industrial complexes waste disposal unit for environmental friendly practices too make sure our planet earth is rightfully protected in hygienic cleanliness’s clean ‘n’ the peoples’ lives easier by literally delving too removal’s their trashy habits as sheer nightmare problems; solo was on my minds side whence this shift arrived, I was invited to A Beastie Reservation, a special occasion that’ll sprawls refuse management away from the complex landfill facility ‘n’ that’s rightly today was the day I’m going to be driving a very important vehicle… the story goes on from this point where I’m seated in a blue Mack MR bin lorry front end loader automatic service truck.

Fore upon, sat behinds the steering wheel of the dark blue Mack MR front end loader automatically transmission fluidity’s bin lorry, progressing here to literally hears the whole engine churn, but as a machine was designed for hauling a heaviest than heaviness’s lifting up industrial bins binder with the overflowing treats & tough terrains on out of routined operational mode roadmap, I, shall be pleased that a simple straightforward task was apparent; though collecting the cities’ rubbish in plastic polyethylene bin bags shall be mine ‘n’ all mine to gather up inside the crushing compactor to keep only for temporary short measure as this stinky kind had my name written all over the pungent lost thrown away treasures too be transported ensuring the industrial bins are emptied efficiently.

Once I had turned the activation vehicle key to fires the one truck up by allowing a machine to heartbeat aliveness, the purr engine roared by gushing to life like a Tiger stalking a Sambar deer aptly upon instantly following ignition came to flare the whole hydraulic system too quickly clattering with loud rhythmic noises; a wafting stench of oldest grime sticky gunk process waste filled the cabin area where I was aptly seated had engulfed the air or my nostrils to a curious invasion, reminding me of a smelliest feelings certain caretaker who shall be the one too deal with a potency that didn’t even seemingly bothered me… thence the whole test of sincerity would shortly afterwards hit me, during a long delay I didn’t even notice upon realisations.

Despite my own personally experience in eagerness, for one bin operator designed for collecting all trash removal services, single cautions were taken paramount in order how much danger’s was involved with suchlike heavy equipments that humans don’t often encounter or evenly overlooked to prevent a rare occurrence; but my safety is all about maintaining a so-called bluffer in hygienists clean up in a timely manoeuvrability of the induced vital protocols that had been stamped on this designation’s machine, so I which upon remind myself thee importance of vigilance in this’s role I’m willingly obliged to keeping the our own street sides clean ‘n’ too forget about being unable to avoidance I could be crushed death.

The unforeseeable hazardous environment of freak activity mean for me was one thing, an entire issues of all anomalies appeared; then I reached for a particularly industrial bin, using the hydraulic arms to puller lift the heaviest than ever heaviness container jam packed with waste credentials upwards sky high at least either a four too six feet after from a stubborns undeclared malfunction… well, a malfunction that wasn’t even quite what it seems because this empty wasn’t a smoothest ascend to anything descend at all whatsoever into the dumpster station box, whence this’s one bin, just this one awkward bin decided to repel the black socks as the hydraulic pistons, which the seals ‘n’ socks were tight enough.

From my point perspective inside operations cabin point of view, I could clearly see the first indication of a potential bin strike only whence I decided too unbuckle my seatbelt ‘n’ get out the seated bay area; stood right in front of the tallest industrial’s bin, I looked up & noticed that this one machine aptly named a Mack MR own automatic transmission’s itself could indeed entrap me inside the crushingly compactor shelter compartment chaos chamber if I’m not mistaken for an actual item thrown away, but careful about the same familiar hums that’ll shift things into drone footage if sheer volume threats arises so suddenly & quickly.

In a secluded area where secretly can hide only the slightest real intentions because, I, has been able to show my true nature in all curiosity of how the Mack MR design workable as to mimicry fool the eyes of me, a human being who admired the whole shape of the standard household wheelie bin ‘n’ incorporates this concept with a breathing supernatural energy beast to make sure all one very ginormous wheelie bin on more than multiple wheels on this occasions had been given zir grant to more sophisticate powerful tools for achieving crafted to a deathly embrace… acts of sinister intent shall lurks in thee dimmed darkest shadows as silhouettes harbouring the worlds unknown forces of foes to gather as one in coordinations to successive teamwork.

The word I’m sure to use is ‘simultaneously’ because as I thence touched the hydraulic arms in a different manner than a normalcy over deliberately high jacks especially I put the wholesome Mack MR bin lorry operational system on full display at a climbing step straight to switching on autopilot programming of all a automated motion sensor, so the idea of my own detection are very similars to me emptying the trash in polyethylene plastic bags to hopeful I’m going to join a abandoned individuals tossed out & leaving of no doubt I’m not going to be in control whatsoever, meaning I lost all human authority over the whole machine now; thence as I had climbed into the industrial complex bin hiding inside the overflow pileup now feeling the air of being lifted wasn’t just terrifying, but a real lesson was under commencement.

After a whopping distance from the pavement at four too six feet tower blocks being lifted higher than the height of thee Mack MR bin lorry means… a great tilting thence followed was made aptly achievable now as gravity was playing a huge part now as I was with the trash falling heavily with a thrashing thump collisions, oh my goodness, this one particular phase was indeed all rapidness escalations ejecting me as a lost treasure by befallen’s by being emptied straightaway into the the dumpster station box where all a wide metal door was inadvertently opened to inanimate for the timeframe… first phase being emptied in the entrance of the one crushing compactor ticked off my bucket list.

Thence the second phase was witnessing by accident as well the wide metal door behind me or aptly reinforced metal plate, which should be placed inanimately for now’s at all least temporarily by remaining open at the narrow deep width of space between me & the locking plate padlock; all zir sinisterness for gaining controller over floating inside the polyethylene heaping pileup of trashy can show at the first turn, I’m sure going too have grandly difficultly in breaching after sinkage rapidly under whence no solid flooring is found available & being made sandwiched means I’m sure going to struggle to climb out literally sightseeing thee wide metal door over towering me… this would be a fatality nightmare’s of not so mistakes if the operational signals as receptors upon picking my movements as escaping or ill-compacted detections.

Being all sealant inside the dark blue Mack MR bin lorry front end loader automatic cycle was a very ideal dream come true, initially this meant that no humanly would be prepared for what happens next of that type of a red flagged scenario did arise; because the second phase was indeed reeling nicely in circulation quite likely quick because unaware of such all inventors didn’t anticipate that firstly, a wide metal door moved forwards by splitting into a three sub sections, bottom shoved everything downwards into the one midsection cavity central ditch that most models would stills have in specific chassis configurations, central portion moved forwards scooping too push trash heaping mass in a steadily all increasing volume stacking pace ‘n’ top part moves on arch manner too seal by nudging the waste well away from the locking mechanism.

Thence, secondly an important distinction between how’s inward integration moving walls togetherness decreases the narrowness likelihood spaces inside the structure of the crushingly compactor squeezing everything so much tightest than tightness can indeed cause flattening anything from a 3D too a single 2D frame to thee trash relate or even bruises, lacerations or fatal injuries attraction or decapitation in bone damage in a horrifically scene accidental death to me as a result, human loss, likelier me pinned sandwich cocoon that would similar resemble cement block of a foundation by using me ‘n’ my body as a stable platform too anchor in place; though the wall structure also has a tendency to mimic an actual wheelie bin curvature perpendicular in tapestry design by leaving years of grime residue behind as an imprint.

Next, was a two floor panel system that would be installed to use as complex rotation switches by front plate on the floor pushing a single pileup sky high ‘n’ the second floor panel would apply pull backwards meant to accommodate the entire trash collection into the midsection where the garbage disposals is at the most critical where a conveyor belt pushes the waste zir deeper that deepest into the Mack MR’s tank ‘n’ thence lifts all the contents as debris flows towards the compactors ceiling on a tiled mountain highest above steeper slopes in this one area section too preventing any further escape by the rubbish to loosen up during this all shifting movement of motion process; just as this would require aptly one more piece in this alignments too take place in the next section… the crucial piece of the mechanically components, the deadlines crushing spikes hidden behind the shadows of gloom ‘n’ doom.

Thirdly, the crushing spikes are stated by humans “you don’t ever want to be in contact with these aggressiveness’s all fastest than rapidnesses individual”, which means these motions are to make space inside the compactor chamber by battering anything that’s emptied straightaway too upon remain ahead of the gameplay or anyone likes me sandwiched in between an accidental human as an example of what a sacrificial offering might looks like directly; though these important elements are often mechanisms move on a upwards trajectory ‘n’ downwards trajectory on horizontal tilted angle whence the compaction cycle begins to operate on overlap sandwich whence the inwards walls are closing in occur a certain degree in crushing flatten everything inside thee narrower space that proceeding to be presented, that’ll leave me without a doubt traces in detailed sophisticated designs machine… learning can be coldhearted scene if I ever become a crushed object or victim from a single freakishly unexpected action.

Only from a storytelling perspective standpoint can I reveal to the reader, a curiosity that wouldn’t happenstance in any the realism world especially whence I’m indeed crawling carefully zir towards the sheltered doorway entry of the Mack MR crushing compactor chamber moving on a very backward momentum’s rather than a forward momentum backwards aptly defined forwards directions; though as I’m prepared to take a closer view before approaching any further, I can clearly tell that if this mechanical trap woke up, an intensification explosion would have’s commence in a unifying cooperative fashion that would leaves me too face thee inevitably crushing spikes head-on literally pulling me closed then closer to the inching decapitation.

The risks for dumpster diving inside a crushing compactor was at a highest rate in a hazardous environment of polyethylene plastic bin bags that was already enveloping me straight into a apt trash cement block, unable to remain at the stench surface as shifting was possible occurring around me or under me; knowingly brace myself for a longevity period when of times where being trapped by a machine meant I’d been all but helpless bin boy, essentially incapable of reaching out to critical thinking about zir emergency rescues as immediate responders or aptly fire rescue personnel emergency wouldn’t be on my standby call to prevent a seriously freak accident… thence, however, I made the boldest decision to begin crawling inside thee sheltered containment vessel where a dimmed tunnel was now my forever home.

The interior of the Mack MR containment facility was the first my eyes laid upon instantly because thee horizontally curves imprint had been deliberate account in perpendicular angles of a single frame rectangular’n’ placed perfection of the crushing compactor in its darkly spooky or erratic form shape mimicking a household wheelie bin that’ll relish a wide open gaping maw stiller inanimate for now shall eventually become my own worst enemy to seal my fate upon immediately; thence the whole coordination of the wide metal door begins first moving straight, crushing spikes warm up spinning ‘n’ slowly moving in a rapidness’s manner second, both inward moving walls decrease too squeeze space all a too much narrowness thirdly & the two floor plates for lifting zir trash up ‘n’ instantaneous puller motion backwards into the heart midsection cavity fourth… this level was to prevent easy escape tactics.

Henceforth, these vital mechanisms are indeed clearly designed for compression ‘n’ compaction for all type maximum efficiency to achievement more than spacious to accommodate lateral flow of incoming waste from thee ever growing humanly population; now this very one important principle machine or vehicle could simply producer that same amount kind of energy onto me, threatening to over-topple another lifeform inside the rugged ridges that was supposedly created for occupation status for waste disposal, not a smallish human being, especially capable of making such risks where the Mack MR shall leave its imprint as injuries on my body if any sudden activation occurred or accidental fire up began.

That very thoughtfulness was intriguing to me, but a sinister one would show because series of unfortunate circumstances events eventually becomes apparent whence the eyes were drawn to all foresee but not foretell how quickly this environment change in a split second heartbeat whence facing the relentlessness’s pursuit of being crushed was a scarily thing to imaginations; though that imprint wasn’t just a physical, but a psychological one becoming a vivid reminder that the bin lorries were inherently unpredictable to work with, leaving a colder steel press as I proceeded through the mass heap called garbage… traversing this vastly dump’s of space had one drawback.

Well worth mentioning that a particular drawback was indeed, the crushingly compactor contents shall contain a largest quantitative or proportion which would reveals as multiplying sticky sludge of wetness in all directions stickiness reservoir of organic foodstuffs material which saw this soupy swamped content as well a warm blanket of inevitable smog produced too disorientation’s my own eyesight to navigate the sinking sensation that was hiding in the darkness depths me becoming a prey trapped in the predators all grasping paws, where only a smallest area had only hard blunted items at thats it; so, thence becoming a platform for the wasteful world shows that a terrifyingly surrealistic moment was arriving in an otherwise unintentional mimicry which severity had enclosed.

As I eventually made my way through slowly than slowest usually inside swimming inside the sheltered room apts called a crushing compactor, despite the midst of my own predicament, I recall the importance once again by learning how a machine like the Mack MR automatic transmission system bin lorry could seeks to injure this foreign person out of review the appropriateness information from medical advice; so if any minor inconvenience did arise like accidental scrapes or brushing would signal an early warning I’m surely accumulating right now, literally common sense for where I couldn’t even get to be monitor everything around me all at once, especially when I was settled down for a littles while to rest in the middle of the smog smoke screen covered in zir a yuck, yucky ‘n’ yuckiest organic matter.

Hopefully my own shuffling by crawling carefulness spree motion of all working hard movements at the checkpoint arena called the midsection cavity didn’t have any sort of apt compromises in any form of infections or anything else like witnessing exhaustion that would settle in; though seriousness injuries could prevail whether lacerations or deep cuts are presented, as thee one kinda of pain that would obviously require immensely attention rather promptly was displaced bones from my skeleton sockets as I would still be a 3D individual to a certain degree a 2D person after the factually speaking when the mechanical movement disengaged after a all successful operation, where humanly eyes are turning away from the potentially disturbing sight… well at the moment I was able to still access the industrial chamber complex while everything is on a single inanimate standby.

Emergency services wouldn’t be able too stop or even a override the entire compaction cycle once it’s underway, which wouldn’t at all make any difference in rescuing me with or without proper first aid procedures or personnel on scene; though whilst over towers of trash that was stacked up soo conveniently compressed tightly moving through a high wall of plastic bin bags was going to be no easy task to navigate because I wanted to be behind this hugest mountain, where the crushing spikes are subsequently placed at the very end whence I was being transported by the falling littles bit of foodstuffs as I slid down into the dangerousness’s red zone without all accounts of a malfunctioning responses as messages from my own motion of movements, yet.

Trying to keep at the wastefully disposal surface was a challenge now, at the expense visiting community health centres or private clinics based on their data set recommendations for treatment to informational assessments, shall ensure proper care assistances for a supportive recovery; well, these services shall provider vital guidance for the patient, me to state, if upon necessarily whence sustainable interventions as injuries are seen in thee work place that was clearly recognised to minimise the safest least harmful injuries to the worst case injuries that was indeed zir inflicted as harmful by a machinery coverage… so for me no severe trauma wasn’t seen in any form to me as I was aware of where I was, in a specialist crushing compactor resting on stinkiest sludge.

For me I’m not always concerned about my healthcare, but in apt case there is always a provider services systems exemplifying by the NHS professionally individuals which all play a hugest role in ensuring my recovery was swiftness restorer’s; as minor injuries like scrapes or bruises are naturally healed by the humanly body, while damages to my own skeleton or potentially worsen injuries would be more substantially greater in bacterial infections where lacerations, cuts or slashes are too much deeper to be evaluated thoroughly while’s I’m insider the Mack MR crushingly compactor chamber, going slowly ‘n’ very paced carefulness to be minimise any chances of hurting myself.

The one thing I couldn’t state was the accuracy of the procedure in the compaction cycle commencement process which would all fire up without my acknowledgment’s, so this unpredictable event would not happen to me aptly enough mentioning too reports the timely execution procedure so medical intervention would indeed proceed without delay to prevents any furthermore complications because this would ensure full control to recovery; for workers in the waste disposal services like me, my own safety was apparent in laws of instruction rules too rights respectively which I’d should follow during my responsibilities to protect myself in measure if a situation did arise unprecedentedly… because in thee next case was handed out crucial but correct clothing PPE where all crucial equipment in decision by the firms involved.

Even though, seen only in the hazardous high stake world I work, the PPE in the refuse management departments wouldn’t be zirs strong enough to protect me from the bone crunched compaction cycle inside the Mack MR chamber, but a weakest point wherein all protocols isn’t always enough too raises awareness about the challengingly magnitude of various factor in environment problem associated with such machinations ‘n’ how too prevents me from accidentally becoming the trash like I’m doing rightly now in here; limiting my ability to moves not to alert the sensitively mechanism on the operational dashboard levers that me as all unstable trash needs compressing by these inwards walls promptly because my training wouldn’t minimise thee exact chances of being a crushed to death, but these tragically or otherwise fatal consequences are either mitigated or avoidable.

Freeing myself from this tunnelling nightmare in horizontal depth where I’m currently positioned at least close to the fuller length of the crushingly compactor unit zir around fourteen feet, where the relative strengthening mass of all these weight of trash surround me would be a big problematic barrier against me crawling backs over the sameness mountain of organic foodstuffs thats evidently rather comfortable to be sitting idle for a few sinkages despite the squelchiness noises being made by my owner shuffling motions; the chamber I’m tucked up into where especially inside of the all dimmed room has been filled where my own impacts of marks ‘n’ scratches would be all but too visible, leaving me all a potentially target for a bruised ego.

This one experience I always wanted to try shall reinforces the all importance of how violating safety measures ‘n’ the need for apts regular maintenance of machinery; whilst thee larger picture was seen in the context where a company had waste management in disposal’s facilitation in such general goodness practice services where this shall involve more than just collecting thee trashy, but becoming part of the waste control for overpriced environmental protection that supposed to upon itself be safeguard’s the planet earths inhabitants including those humans from which harmfully consume pathological bacteria that’ll encourages all spread that kept on an all time low level from viruses.

But the largest picture was, the debris I’m sinking in was often all hidden out of the eyesight by humanly who couldn’t even get too see what I as a bin boy was really thinking doing in all bear proof containment facility where these are then to be handled very well differently back at the landfill site; because beneath the soils or a lot buried under the sediments across the landfill site landscapes shall be representative of all human beings neglecting their owns care in the atmosphere we suppose to breathe fresh quality air of oxygenations, though byproducts of showing remnants in plastic, organic sludge of foodstuff I’m in surely or toxic waste requires a lot more incineration than highest temperatures to preventing the ground formation as a result in a manmade substances pit called quicksand that chokes everything… yes, I’m thinkable about this imagine while the foodstuff waste prepares a whole bed for me.

Fore upon, the bigger picture for me wasn’t about a sustainability approach or anything else’s in the future innovations; but a living indulgence in a curiosity beckons a dreamscape in a story sense that has highlighted my own urge’s to be more productively open by nature’s most fundamentally purposes including technological advancement’s in modern refuse facilities that aim to incorporate robotic exploration to a smarter systems to make all a betterment warnings to prevent me exploring the danger zone from resting in the crushingly compactor of the Mack MR chamber snuggling up in the cloaked smog space where the organic material wasn’t just cocooning me, but also rising with every fallen slick to zir prevent accidents over incidents in freakishly term.

The encapsulation of my own body being submerged, where my head shall relax by resting on a pillow called a soft black bin bag shall be used as a leading indicator how using this as my SPA in this heavyset machinery design willingness improve the quality of enhancing the mechanical neuron’s performance in components to achieve all aspects smooth transition between the compaction cycle ‘n’ flow of more precise unwary workers too be caught up in something they’ve already been designing from blueprint, but not fully comprehend that this vehicle was no conceptual device fore upon the process of what really forgoes on insider once the wide metal door has fully locked in placement required to be shrouded in complete detail of darkness & aptly won’t openly budges for a while in timeframe; the efforts to sustainability was a long term in solutions to focus on a grandest transformation.

Our currently workaround strategy for wastefully reduction was to use a valuable resources on delving through the deepest pockets beyond our ownership ecosystem by turning thee very trashy into something meaningful more productive for energy, by developing a eco-friendly solution in disposing methods too oftener upgrade infrastructure to be more resilient; wells that’s not what is clearly happening because, while I lay in the shadows of the stickiness’s potent stench of power zir cosy ‘n’ surprisingly warm, then these advancement’s are supposed to be far more safer than the future generations of bin boys or bin bin men directly behind the scenes operating a front end loader bin lorry, still following their the same clichés rules.

Henceforth, as the epilogue enrols on my own reflections soo far solo on the subject A Beastie Reservationist VIP to dine inside a dark blue Mack MR front end loader bin lorry one crushingly bigs compactor, I shall remain here for the remainder of the upcoming chapters or parts I’d prefer; though for the readers, however, apt they’ll get a glimpses of observational history on “My Rookie Day Of Collecting Trashy Gifts”, less meaningless stuffs thrown away by humankind than serving their lessons in appreciations of life’s paramount purposes in progressive fashion is safety ‘n’ healthier attention… though rarity occurrence accidents can happen, let’s emphasises thee rigorous examinations that won’t predominantly preparedness’s sake of humans too survivable what it means to be inside near the crushing spikes of serving a compaction cycle to proceed, when, but not a single chance I can say, just have to keep waiting,

So in conclusion, this wasn’t the end result yet because I’m stiller very much gratefulness for the fact I’m being honest about the all solidification process in the richest swampy of organic foodstuffs matter ‘n’ my ongoing pursuit of facing a very indeed specific’s of all compaction cycle for real in this chaotic environment that seen only in this crushingly compactor; specifically this one beastie, a Mack MR machinery has successfully demonstrated that I’m now entrapped by the power of the wasteful soup contents, but a little emergence became strongest because I didn’t want to leave the containment zone behind ‘n’ ready to face the realistic upcoming challenges head on… getting comfortable hoping too activates a early warning stage of a premature cycle.

Next Time “A Beastie Reservation 2: The Hidden Flaws Of A Mack MR Model”.