"Eva, d"ner!"
"Un moment, maman!" It wasn't the first time her mother had called for her, but she was simply too busy. Genius and inspiration waited for no one, and it certainly didn't wait for supper. Wisps of snowy hair fell out of her messy ponytail and into her face, though she brushed the errant wisps away with her arm rather than her greasy fingers. She didn't dare catch her hair in one of the cogs, though nothing was turning at the moment.
La machine, as she had grandly dubbed the thing, was big, nearly as tall as she and at least three times as thick. Its metal shell was rather dull, but its lack of luster certainly wasn't of consequence. The only thing of note was a plain-looking lever on one side of the device, but within was a mess of gears, clear and colorful glass tubes, mirrors, wires, and rubber insulation. Gold coils along with replicas in brass and silver lay discarded on her workbench. She had carefully attached the platinum variant for testing. The coils were hollow and allowed reactant to be channeled from the reservoir to the reaction chamber where the two combined in a volatile burst of destructive energy. That energy was then collected by more platinum wiring and used to fuel her invention. The temperatures that had been produced melted all forecomers. She had begun with silver due to its conductivity and lack of reactivity, hesitantly moved to gold when silver had failed, then even more hesitantly to copper. Finally, platinum, while glaringly more expensive, could withstand temperatures nearly 60% higher than her previous choices while maintaining relative non-reactivity, and so she had dipped into her dowry (while neglecting to tell that to her parents) in order to buy the precious metal.
Eva paused to turn and wipe her hands on a rag before snatching up a fountain pen and jotting down some nearly illegible notes in her pocketbook. The thing was filled with sketches and schematics, formulae and equations, angles and mechanisms for all manner of folle ideas.
Le 6 f"vrier 1843 - 20h13
J'ai attach' les enroulements de platine.
Je l'examinerai maintenant pour voir s'ils corrodent en pr'sence des r"actifs et s'ils peuvent r'sister " la temp"rature.
After tucking the grease-smeared pocketbook in her belt, she lowered her goggles over her eyes.
"Eva! D"ner! Maintenant! Il devient froid!" Her mother's voice was insistent.
Bien, she thought to herself with a bit of irritation at the interruption, though she replied a bit more cordially, "Maman, seulement un moment, s'il te pla?t!"
Then she held her breath as she flipped the switch.
((Date of journal entry edited to reflect accurately the time difference between Nievre, France and present-day RhyDin.))
"Un moment, maman!" It wasn't the first time her mother had called for her, but she was simply too busy. Genius and inspiration waited for no one, and it certainly didn't wait for supper. Wisps of snowy hair fell out of her messy ponytail and into her face, though she brushed the errant wisps away with her arm rather than her greasy fingers. She didn't dare catch her hair in one of the cogs, though nothing was turning at the moment.
La machine, as she had grandly dubbed the thing, was big, nearly as tall as she and at least three times as thick. Its metal shell was rather dull, but its lack of luster certainly wasn't of consequence. The only thing of note was a plain-looking lever on one side of the device, but within was a mess of gears, clear and colorful glass tubes, mirrors, wires, and rubber insulation. Gold coils along with replicas in brass and silver lay discarded on her workbench. She had carefully attached the platinum variant for testing. The coils were hollow and allowed reactant to be channeled from the reservoir to the reaction chamber where the two combined in a volatile burst of destructive energy. That energy was then collected by more platinum wiring and used to fuel her invention. The temperatures that had been produced melted all forecomers. She had begun with silver due to its conductivity and lack of reactivity, hesitantly moved to gold when silver had failed, then even more hesitantly to copper. Finally, platinum, while glaringly more expensive, could withstand temperatures nearly 60% higher than her previous choices while maintaining relative non-reactivity, and so she had dipped into her dowry (while neglecting to tell that to her parents) in order to buy the precious metal.
Eva paused to turn and wipe her hands on a rag before snatching up a fountain pen and jotting down some nearly illegible notes in her pocketbook. The thing was filled with sketches and schematics, formulae and equations, angles and mechanisms for all manner of folle ideas.
Le 6 f"vrier 1843 - 20h13
J'ai attach' les enroulements de platine.
Je l'examinerai maintenant pour voir s'ils corrodent en pr'sence des r"actifs et s'ils peuvent r'sister " la temp"rature.
After tucking the grease-smeared pocketbook in her belt, she lowered her goggles over her eyes.
"Eva! D"ner! Maintenant! Il devient froid!" Her mother's voice was insistent.
Bien, she thought to herself with a bit of irritation at the interruption, though she replied a bit more cordially, "Maman, seulement un moment, s'il te pla?t!"
Then she held her breath as she flipped the switch.
((Date of journal entry edited to reflect accurately the time difference between Nievre, France and present-day RhyDin.))