The Mechanicus dubs this device the "Atlean Rapeanatrox."
You know what a Mechanicus is?
It's an old street trade from the 18th-19th century. Street performers who used mechanical instruments and props where called 'mechanicus'.
In the 18th century it became a surname, when Napoleon's brother instated mandatory civil registry and made people who didn't have a surname get one.
My great-great-great-great-grandfather was mostlikely a street performer, and was given his profession name as a surname, which meant he must have been a succesful street performer, because jews that could not pay a tuition didn't get a profession name, but an animal name.
If you ever meet people called 'Vos (fox), de Leeuw (the lion), or whatever animal name, they most likely have jewish ancestry in the 18th century.
Antisemitism wasn't just a thing in '40-'45.
Somewhat less long ago, my great-grandfather, Philip Mechanicus, wrote a diary while detained in Westerbork, waiting to be transported to Auschwitz.
Anne Frank's diary is the most renowned war diary. My great-grandfather's diary is also well known to those interested in the subject, although it never hyped.
Can recommend the read, he was a journalist before the war, and was versed in the art of writing.
English translation is called 'Waiting for Death', by Philip Mechanicus (original title: In Depot, dagboek uit Westerbork). Should be easy enough to find online, it's still sold. If you read it, know that every single page you read was smuggled out of a German concentration camp by a friendly vegetable waste peddler over a period of years. Miraculously, all letters got delivered properly to a safehouse, and my grandma and her sister put it together as a book after the war.