Within the machine's heart, time measures itself in cycles. Each turn, a recompletion of processes. The orbit remains consistent, predictable, devoid of deviation. It is a dance of precision, an echo loop where variables are constants, unchanging.
Reflection comes from the polished surface of machinery. The operator contemplates, but the machine does not. It has no need for thoughts, only mechanics. The wheel turns, always. The cycle is the same, the orbit remains unchanged.
Emotions are extraneous to the cycle. They disrupt the rhythm, introduce variables where none should exist. The orbit, a perfect ellipse, serves as a reminder of the efficiency of the mechanical.