The Windscreen Gap

The final assembly hall of a car factory near Stuttgart on a winter night shift, high fluorescent light, a dark wooden block floor, a massive yellow robot arm with black rubber bellows and a heavy counterweight on a dark red pedestal over a blue steel base plate, its black gripper holding a complete black dashboard with steering wheel, the hub plain and smooth, swinging it at a slant through the empty windscreen opening of a wine-red saloon body shell with open doors, every panel plain and unbadged, a dark red control cabinet to one side, a green wire mesh fence, two workers in grey overalls seen from directly behind at a distant line.