Slowly and methodically turning a city back into wilderness.

^There was a remnant of light on the hill, but a blue haze was moving in upon the valleys, and the red and gold of the leaves was spreading to the sky in strips of sunset.
It was dark when they finished. She rose and leaned against the empty frame of the window for a touch of cool air on her forehead. The sky was dark blue. "It could have set the whole country in motion and on fire." She looked down at the motor.^

^She looked out at the country. She moaned suddenly, hit by a single long shudder, and dropped her head on her arm, standing pressed to the frame of the window.
"What's the matter?" he asked. She did not answer. He looked out. Far below, in the valley, in the gathering night, there trembled a few pale smears which were the lights of tallow candles.^

^- Dagny Taggart and Hank Rearden after salvaging a revolutionary motor from the ruins of a factory in a once-properous city. From Atlas Shrugged^