Deep in the bowels of an old industrial building in Brooklyn, behind a dusty steel door, stands a cylindrical device marked "DANGER." Black rubber accordion folds separate its silver base from its rectangular top, from which protrudes The Claw. The Claw rises from a sea of colorful wires and pieces of half-built machinery. In The Claw's shadow, little circuit boards seem to sit in reverie, all but echoing the words of the little aliens inside the arcade crane game on Disney's Toy Story. (source: gizmodo.com)
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