So, imagine an youngish but embittered ex-marine. Imagine he buys a shitty scrap of land to build himself a shitty scrap of a home with an reasonably inheritance from his recently slain parents. Paranoid and living out of a nearby motel, he won’t let anyone help him build it. He even goes through the effort of learning how to operate a backhoe just so he can dig the foundation himself. While doing so he makes a rather fantastic discovery, a giant mechanical eye. Further excavation reveals is has two giant appendages, which appear to be clock hands,  attached to the outside. Ever fearful of watching eyes, he hastily erects a wooden structure over his discovery and sets up camp inside while planning how he can raise his mysterious find. He  cautiously approaches the man he rented the backhoe from for ideas.  The ex-marine, Bartholomew (his parents named him after his great-grandfather), found this man to be intelligent, technically skilled, knowledgeable and easily influenced. In wasn’t long before Bart brought the man, Jeremy, in on his discovery, certain that he could be controlled.

Months later the object had been raised by Jeremy’s expert hand, a more permanent barn had been build around it and beside that there had been constructed a small concrete fortress where both men now lived. Soon it would be time to start examining the enigmatic eye…

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