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by Alistair deGrey on April 21st, 2010, 1:50 am
Mistakes are common enough in my bailiwick, especially when dealing with experimental machines. However, it is still embarrassing when one makes a After the source of a stench departs, the accompanying odor usually disappears as well. Yet this, sadly, was not the case with the departing alcoholic. Left behind for deGrey’s smelling pleasure, was the legacy of his boots. The freshly removed boot now sat before him, and Alistair nearly reeled. Quickly and gingerly the inventor grasped both articles, and trotted to the courtyard door to throw them outside. Hopefully a bit of air would cure them of their disease. But really, I doubt it. From the safety of his door Alistair deGrey watched the boots, and swore they smelled as bad as the cow they came from did. But more important now was the question of whether or not the man would return. It was not a pressing concern for Alistair; he could sell the articles easily enough if the drunk never returned. Even so, the inventor found himself lacking anything better to do for the moment. Except pursue my own ideas, or read, or observe the city, or… The list was actually quite long. But for now he would work. The smell of the furnace’s fire, quickly gaining an appetite, reached deGrey’s nose. The forge shall be ready soon. Alistair was sure at one point he knew exactly how many chimes it took for the forge to heat, more or less, but now the information just swirled around his brain, perpetually out of focus. Perhaps one day… Yes, perhaps one day I will discover everything about this space. But that was then, now he was becoming distracted again. deGrey took a few deep breathes to reorient himself on the project at hand. It may even be interesting. Alistair walked back to his display room, but only to grab the design he had left behind. The parchment left his hand to rest face down upon the workshop’s main table. The first letter deGrey wrote on the new side was a, B, and a rather unsatisfactory “B” it was. The charcoal pencil had been rendered a dull instrument by the creation of the design. So now Alistair dug through his leather apron, which hung from a hook on the wall, and procured a small file. Small speckles of black coal dust accumulated on the paper and table; speckles that decided to leave their lasting mark in the form of thin streaks when deGrey wiped them away. His charcoal sharpened, deGrey began to write,
55th of Spring, 510 AV Alcoholic The boot knife consists of: boot, metal casing, spring and knife, rails, 2 gear trains, supports, and toothed bar. This was all deGrey recorded for now, deciding to return to his dictation as he made progress. The forge should be ready at this point, or at least Alistair hoped as such. He clasped a pair of copper ingots and brought them to the pulsating maw. Each made a loud clanking noise as the inventor, trying not to get burnt and deciding against retrieving his leather gloves, dropped them into the crucible. Suddenly, it had become a waiting game. But instead deGrey walked back into his workshop and began searching for the appropriate gear molds. The inventor rifled through the back cabinets he kept such supplies in, but for the sake of Eyris could not find the proper diameter. Nine centimeters, three inches, one inch, three centimeters… The gears needed to span the planned fifteen centimeter discrepancy between the second weight and for some dastardly reason, he had no gears with a five centimeter diameter. A slight renaissance of thought forced itself upon deGrey. Perhaps my design should be more flexible. He returned to the parchment, still nearly devoid of writing, and quickly recorded 15 Centimeters on the side. Near the side he began recording numbers, 1, 3, 5, 15. Immediately his charcoal crossed off the fifteen and the five. He had no five cm gears, and a fifteen cm gear would not fit. The only logical choice was three, both its diameter and availability suited deGrey. Alistair quickly pulled the molds from the cupboard, as there were in fact two of them. The original design called for three of the nonexistent five centimeter gears, and would require a quick recalculation. deGrey set the molds down upon the table and retried, Fifteen divided by three is five, plus an extra for the vertical train, times two. Alistair did not enjoy using the extra four gears, but they were now necessary. When the inventor attempted to rub out the charcoal calculations, but they instead decided to become large black smudges. Damnation… Such slight inconveniences usually brought a small flash of irritation as Alistair. Never at an object or person though, they did not control deGrey’s thoughts, so why would they be to blame? Usually Alistair was the subject of his own irritation. But he did not brood on the topic, as he was incapable of doing so. He recommenced writing,
New Design <3CC; 3C; 3CC; 3C; 3CC, 3C> The lack of gear molds with a five centimeter diameter pressed the change. Note that the orientation or the gearing is the same, and the only true modification is in number and height of the gear. Alistair set the charcoal down and sighed. One problem solved. |
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