We live down here, keep the city going. We wrangle the steam elementals, know the charms for reclaiming oil from detritus and shit. We speak the language of the metals, of the girders and the boilers. We coax them into behaving and they pass on gossip of where stress and weakness lay in their fellows. It's us that applies the grease, the tar, it's us that keep the bellows blowing, the electricity flowing. We keep the city going.