You begin the climb up the nearby stairway to the catwalks, but after just a few steps you notice that there were too few boots impacting the creaking steps. Stepping inside the massive factory hall, you are greeted with the familiar constrained chaos of a workplace in action and a partially disassembled automaton resting in its cradle, the massive steel scaffolding easily bearing its massive weight and supporting each individual piece, the cranes servicing it ready for the demonstration. “Well, there are hot springs in this area we’re using to keep fields warm, but mostly it's through the Hothouses in the city - just heated glass boxes - but if you want to see them they are on the other side of the city,” You stop before the massive doors that grace the side of the foundry, “For now, let’s start the first stop of the tour.” “How can you feed all of these people?” One of the escorts asked, his French as impeccable as the rest of the party, “We have not seen a single field since crossing into this frozen wasteland.”
“As you can see, most people in New London not otherwise needed are working in one of the factories or the mines, coming to roughly a third of all people in working condition if you count the outposts around New London,” You explain to your audience, slightly diminished with several of the escorts either staying behind at their lodgings or peeled away by Artjom for some socializing, most of whom were listening with rapt attention as they followed with their heads on a swivel, “So roughly six thousand citizens are employed this way.” Warehouses and factory halls stretch as far as the eye could see, smokestacks and watchtowers rising above the squat buildings as workers mill about, enjoying their break or switching shifts to the tune of metalworking and construction.Īnd so it was to the background noise of metal impacting metal, screaming steam, people shouting and scratchy music blasted on speakers that you led the way to your first stop, the automaton foundry where one of the older designs was undergoing premeditated maintenance for this presentation. Within the hour the envoys were settled in their lodging - a townhouse near the Ungol Quarters were their horses could be kept - and so after a short rest period and an introduction to your modern amenities, Miss Fedorowicz and her escorts reconvened with you on the City Outskirts where its industry was located. If you want to support me, you can do here at my Patreon or here at my Ko-Fi.
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