Pattern Recognition Breaks Down After 5 and a Half Minutes

The crooked building leans toward the water, feverish and weather worn. It dips its facade into the cool water and tries not to inhale. A shuddering grinding whine from deep within the steel structure vibrates out into the water. The fishes hear it. The crabs feel it. They don't know what it means. The building rises slowly. Steam and warm water stream from the windows. The crooked edifice turns from the water and faces the canyon of skyscrapers snagging clouds on spires and antennae. The sun gleams on their silvered windows. The crooked building sighs its sagging infrastructure and meanders back to its little trash strewn plaza.