The Industrialist

Chapter 115: Ultragenerator Assembly

SteamHaven Condominiums, SteamHaven District Sector

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Your adventure continues at empire

"Your schematic boards, master," Jasper replied. "That comprises your energy regulators, switchboards, and magnetic relays."

"Can you show me the installation sequence?" Lance asked.

"Using your references given by Doctor Adamson, this is your installation sequence." Jasper showed Lance the sequence appearing on his retina.

He installed the energy regulators, snugging them into their designated slots that were framed by the fabricated metallic supports. Then, Jasper showed him where to conduct the testing using his multimeter, to verify the connectivity and the compatibility of connections. Then, afterwards the magnetic relay and the switchboards.

What was intricate about the installations was the testing and compatibility. He had to carefully select the minute components, such as capacitors, resistors, and inductors, into the schematic boards to form microcomponents for the generator. If Lance had not procured references and knowledge from Doctor Adamson, his installation would have taken days for his trial and error and self-research.

However, Lance already knew his line of questioning and the roadblocks that he would encounter, hence, he solved them one by one.

Lance squinted at his watch, it was 0200 H. No wonder he felt groggy and sleepy as he made the spate of testing. ’Time flies,’ he thought. He slipped on the hours spent on his installation; he had been working for twelve hours since after his defense. He had not eaten dinner.

His driving force, to save the rebels of spending too much resources for their Diesel to power up the prison, his generator would eliminate such necessity.

He lowered himself to the ground, his arms hanging on the edge of the fabrication table. He needed to stretch. He needed to close his eyes. However, succumbing to the pull of sleep was never a choice.

The rebels needed the generator as soon as he could finish. And it was finished. He needed to test further. Lance leveraged unto his knees and stood up again with tremendous effort. Despite his tiring body, happiness had overpowered seeing the complete assembly of the Ultragenerator. It was assembled like a rectangular box, with two meters on length, and half a meter wide.

It explained that there were a few more MAF hovering on top of the atmosphere in SteamHaven compared to other sectors.

He hugged himself, even with the jacket on, as the coldness penetrated through. A cold chilling mist exhausted from his mouth as he exhaled air.

He squinted at the back and the bodyguards followed him, maintaining the same distance. He wanted to scream and let the rebels know that the Ultragenerator was already finished, and they could enter his condominium and get it from there.

His steps had been heavy ever since. He felt running was not an option anymore. Even with the presence of his bodyguards, he felt no safer than before. The monsters still lingered in the dark shadows, waiting for the best opportune time, he thought of it every time. The trauma had not dissipated since the attack at his condominium. He wanted to flee the city.

He felt safer in the hands of the rebels.

He glanced back to his condominium. It was far enough as he estimated. He should have cleared his head. No. He could not. Somehow, it worsened.

"Hey!" A lady in a dark hood crossed his path. She had a soft, and friendly voice.

Lance halted his steps and tried to identify the lady a few meters away from him. Her face was obscured by the shadow cast by the hood on top of her face, only revealing a gleaming smile.

He realized his bodyguards had quickened their steps but stopped as Lance raised a palm toward them.

"She’s a friend," Lance said. But she was not. He doesn’t want to scare the lady with his intimidating bodyguards.

They started to walk together side-by-side.

"Aren’t you afraid of me?" The woman asked. She sounded like she was just his age, or a few years older. She sounded young, however, there was some efficiency the way she uttered the words.

"Why would I be afraid of you? Who are you?" Lance asked.

"Do you know about the Lost Engineers?" She asked.

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