It was followed by a flash of light. He gazed up at the yellow metal machine excavating him. The strange yellow machine read, “ Kayenta Mine.” With confusion in his eyes he was thrown into the back of a bag a person directed to, “ Get that there bag to the Navajo Generating Plant, you hear!” Once he arrived he was thrown into this scorching oven. All he heard were industrial cogs and gears and he felt a radiating heat emanating from an oven. In the blink of an eye, a shovel scooped him and threw him into the oven. He felt his whole body burn and all he could do was screech in the scorching fire. His screams attracted an O2 molecule. She gazed him into the eyes and