It's easy to forget about worker's rights when your job is, essentially, to solve spatial cryptic crosswords. For one thing, the work itself is provides a glorious challenge and diversion. It's not all bad here in the galactic factory, though. Well, let's just say there is no health and safety officer here on the Infinifactory floor.
While you're provided with a jetpack, useful for hovering over your workplace to gain a better vantage point on the day's work, if you step off the edge of a cliff and forget to engage the boosters. There are no toilet breaks and you can forget about joining a union (for one thing, the only colleagues you ever meet are dead ones). Space-suited bodies of fallen workers lay slumped against rocks, usually clutching an audio recording (dubbed, miserably, a 'failure log') on which their final words are recorded. Out in the field things aren't much better. After a day spent working the craters, you must return to a cell (provided by your employers, a race of tall-shouldered, gruff aliens) where your only comfort is a pillow-free bed, a pile of brown food pellets and, if you've been performing well, perhaps an old VHS tape to keep you company ( sans player, or TV). It turns out that the life of the average sweatshop factory worker is no more comfortable in space than here on Earth. Infinifactory is a rare and ingenious treat: a puzzle game that allows players to combine creativity and logic to craft their own solutions.
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