The Factory is an eight-page graphic short story about the search for identity and an inner voice, set in a brutalist society dominated by technology and a relentless drive for efficiency.
Drawn entirely in pencil, it's also a story about one: Glitch, a droid in a world of designations and quotas, finds something the Factory has no use for — a drawing. It plants a dream in him that has no place on the assembly line. I wanted the story to be both a fable and a small manual for artistic self-expression: an allegory for the role of artists in an increasingly heartless society, where we are all treated as data points for AI models.
Double-page spread, pages 1–2 of The Factory. Left page: a pockmarked landscape where tiny figures queue to enter a fuming factory. In the top-left corner, the title reads "THE FACTORY" above the author's name, "Lukasz Iskierka". Right page: the landscape stretches on, factories dotting the land all the way to the horizon. In the bottom-right corner stands a friendly-looking robot with arms crossed. Its caption reads: "I'm Glitch. Well, it's what I like to call myself, but no one here really knows that. Every unit in the Factory has a signature and mine is LUPD-07822EJ1AZ."
pages 1 - 2
Double-page spread, pages 3–4 of The Factory. Left page: a dimly lit, brutalist assembly line, robots stationed along it, piecing together the helmets of identical units. One robot has stopped working; it holds its hands on the part it worked on and seems to look straight at the reader. Its caption reads: "I'm a lightweight universal purpose droid. I spend every day assembling other LUPDs, which will replace me one day." Right page: the line continues, more robots consumed by their work. The caption reads: "Sometimes, when the processor is not watching, I slow down my work just enough to dream. And then, I imagine I'm drawing."
pages 3 - 4
pages 5 - 6
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