The loud whir of machinery is present in every corner of the facility, and while not unbearable, just its constancy is somewhat unnerving. Rooms become progressively colder as you wander further into the heart of the beast, both in actual and perceived temperature.

At any given moment, you will be dodging numerous workers pushing large bins of turkey pieces and parts from one station to another, while conveyors will carry other such pieces and parts over your head. Forklifts will intermittently charge at you from the opposite ends of long corridors.

To maintain temperature and sanitation, the doorways to some rooms are fitted with vinyl sheets that retract very quickly like garage doors when motion is sensed, and then close just as quickly once someone has passed through. Watching people disappear into and emerge from these doorways reminds you of a very cold version of hell. Or maybe this is actually what hell is like, and the whole fire and souls thing is just another Constantine convention.