Accounts of injuries, nightmares, physical and psychological stress endured until retirement compose a portrait the slaughterhouse, where animals are killed and their carcasses cut up; a portrait of the people working in the meat processing industry. An alienating, repetitive job at the border between life and death, executed with repetitive movements ... cutting, eviscerating, transporting ... that continue outside the slau- ghterhouse and create a macabre choreography of mimical precision. For the sake of our obsession with productivity that risks transforming humans into machines. <%YOUTUBE=zDPqjE_BsSw%>