As the time approaches for the beginning of the event, specially composed sound 
and music begins, played through a high powered quadraphonic sound system.   The 
system is capable of producing 
very low resonating frequencies, earthquake rumbles and deep musical bass sounds 
which create the underlying atmosphere for the show.  Higher frequency sounds, 
clicks and insect-like chatters 
apparently shift around the space, panning the sounds between the speakers.  
Musical elements rise out of this atmospheric soundscape for particular parts of 
the show and recede. 
 
Two towering machines enter the space, rocking and shivering as they slowly move 
through the crowd. Rumbling and cracking sounds cause light to pulsate from 
within their semi-transparent skin. Giant 
smoke rings begin to puff from the top of them as they move around and among the 
audience. They drift apart and come together, shifting the focus of attention 
continuously.  This culminates with the 
structures expelling giant, wet, weather balloons, partially filled with foam, 
out of a hole at the top. The picture might be of a queen ant relentlessly 
laying eggs, the balloons inflating as they squeeze 
and pop out of the hole, bouncing down the sides into the audience gathered 
around them.
 
In the distance, we see a large mechanical construction - a precarious mountain 
of glasshouses inhabited by a very small army of insect-like creatures. Lit by 
attendant sunbeam characters - the 
whole structure trundles and lurches its way through the audience towards the 
centre of the performance space. 

On its journey, the audience see the insect-army busy with activity, building 
new extensions to the structure and tending the existing glasshouses.  They 
clean white-washed windows to reveal old car and lorry engines mounted on 
precarious spindly metal structures inside the glasshouses.  Revving to the 
limit, the engines are apparently powering the whole thing.  They splutter and 
sway dangerously as they drive belts and pulleys connected to mysterious 
mechanical systems. Great beams are lifted and dropped onto the deck causing the 
structure to sway and shake; unbalanced fly wheels wobble alarmingly at the end 
of bent drive shafts; reciprocating arms bash against bending girders..... 
 
Meanwhile the towering machines trundle around the outer edges of the audience 
and continue to produce eggs.  The army disembark and some set-up camp, while 
others, aided by the 'sunbeams', begin to create a clear oval performance space 
in front of their mechanical construction.  Having established their territory, 
they begin manoeuvres.  Edinburgh Tattoo-style, they begin a series of 
choreographed activities and implausible exercises.  This culminates with an 
'attack' on the egg laying machines.  

Lances in hand, the army launch themselves into the crowd scattering them as 
they go and we witness their perilous attempts to seize the slippery trophies.  
The egg laying machines retaliate by 
elevating themselves to their full height and spurting thick white foam over the 
attacking army.   Defeated and bedraggled, the army trudge back to their 
construction to try and clean themselves up.  They start up the engines and move 
off - back to where they came from.   The egg laying machines move into the 
vacated space, coming together to 'sing' a distorted sub-base duet.   When over 
they continue their wanderings, puffing smoke rings as they disappear into the 
darkness.