A Tale of Steam & Cinders by Crea Reitan EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Crea Reitan
- Language: English
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This is good,” I said, holding up the gear mount and examining the little
sprockets through the magnifying spectacles on my eyes. “I was able to
use up the rest of the flagnitine in this one.”
Tripp gave me a quiet hoot. He lifted a wing and the faint sound of gears
clicked through the air.
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“I’m really pleased I finally found a project to use it with. It creates the
worst runoff.” It gave off this gods awful stagnant smell that made my
stomach churn. Perhaps what made it really bad is that it was one of the most
frequent byproducts of working lineon ore. Unfortunately, lineon ore was
used a lot. It was cheap, plentiful, and flexible as far as uses.
Most places dumped it in the waste chute. As much as people claimed the
chutes went to recycling and repurposing, they didn’t. The ones that didn’t
dump into the ocean were piped into the valleys and mountains, creating
nasty wastelands.
My shop was one of the few that truly stuck to their mission of using all
parts of the materials I used. Even if I couldn’t make them work in
commissions, I found different projects to use them in. Because I was so
good at what I did, rarely did anything sit in my shop for long.
That being said, it was damn difficult to find decent uses for flagnitine.
The stuff was vile to smell. Usually it was worked into a lubricant (which
was stupidly exhausting to do) or bonded into metal, it could be easily
worked with. But when there was a plethora of other materials that took less
energy to work, it was simpler to throw it out.
It was this mentality that made the world such a dark, polluted place.
I brought the piece back to the table, setting it in the stands and pushing it
aside. The gadget that I was working on would be used for clocking speeds in
aircrafts. Not just speeds, but other things like pressure, currents, storms, etc.
To top it off, it projected the numbers in the air like a hologram. The
information could change with the turn of a dial.
There were a lot of objects out there that did the same thing. But mine
would also come equipped with phantom lights, able to be set with reminders
and alarms, and would be voice responsive.
My scope would be one of a kind. Once I was finished with it, I’d take it
to an acquaintance in Thestia that imbued magic into things once I carved the
symbols ahead of time. It would save me a lot of time if I had the knack for
magic but I was human. Not a species that could handle it well.
Tripp gave a warning hoot a second before his clock chimed four. I
glanced his way, watching the hands of the clock on his torso. Tripp was
largely mechanical, though there were some internal parts of him that had
once been a living owl. He was young when I found him badly wounded.
When it became apparent that he wasn’t going to survive on his own, I
modified him so that he would live.
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