the job

A dystopian background of dull orange, lighter towards the top, as though sunlight is reflecting off fog. Dominating the canvas is a huge, otherworldly something: a weird mix of industrial and organic elements. The something is metallic blue with tinges of rust, and is covered with curved bars and striations. Sticking off it at odd angles are cylinders, some of which are giving off orange smoke. It has small glowing greenish-white lights at various points on its body. Its size—approximately that of a small house—is conveyed by the person standing on top of it. The person is carrying an unidentifiable high-tech tool that looks sort of like a wrench, spitting a jet of orange fire. The person is wearing a suit with a glowing green visor and three glowing white buttons. The painting is signed "Chris Silverman".