The Industrialist

Chapter 41: Fabrication

"Chemical Sciences, Genetic Studies, even Geological sciences, even Botany, were carried by the Lost Engineers. They said that the Lost Engineers were a group of great minds that helped formed the foundations of the Corporation. The originating Corporation Orders, the manufacturing plants establishments, they helped before all of this.

They left because, I think, they can’t understand how the Corporation is being managed. It was Menks and his mentor who had created cruel Orders, and immoral Executions, and even his projects are politically driven.

Erik Berkley to his son

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He thought of a hover wheelbarrow. What he had was wheeled, hardly succumbing to steep and rocky roads from the scraps towards his home. It was a long walk and pushing the borrow with 10 kg of Smooth Silver Casings had provided him thigh aches after.

He estimated about two-mile hike, passing through the row of cabins where he would frequently turn left and right. Then, into the cobbled path that would take one to the Tier 1 scrap yard and the other turn would take the sector zone where his cabin would be.

With them were three kilotonic power capacitors, each one had a size as long as his arms. They were not rare-level materials, only uncommon. However, a few more components would create a weapon of destruction.

Bombs were regulated in Axe Central City, and the ones that exploded, created destructive kinetic energy. They don’t manufacture those things as it provided a chronic trauma experience to the citizens due to the religious preachings of how the Biological Nuclear unfolded.

The religious sects were redundant about how they preached the stories. The more they elaborate the stories, the more it would sound bullshit.

He pushed the wheelbarrow further inside his cabin as the door hissed to open. Inside his 24 square-meter cabin heaved scraps of different materials.

One would be puzzled to even think of organizing the mess inside the confines of his home. Half of his bed lay metallic pipes, common-level that supposedly he could smelt them and modified into desirable forms required by his clients.

There were a lot of purchase orders, pending. Despite the messiness, Lance found it satisfying to have the scrap components within his walls as it would be construed that business was booming.

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On the other side of the room, just a few steps away, where his aquarium situated. His Roflo was floating on the surface of the water.

’I gotta schedule my defense next month too. Maybe I can jump my rankings.’

He parked the wheelbarrow beside his one-chaired sofa and threw himself to the softness of his cushion.

"Master, are you not going to transfer to the Apartments?" Jasper knew that being a scrapper 2 had the benefit of acquiring better accommodation.

"It’s impractical, Jasper. I would have to transfer all of this to the new apartment and it would take me a little farther from the scrap yard Tier 2," Lance responded sheepishly, almost succumbing to his drowsiness.

As half of his body sank in the comfort of his cushion, he exhaled deep. His thoughts were raced towards making a bomb. Mining the Broadridge Mountain could be dangerous for them and explosives would come in handy. Not only by using them against Abominants but by mining.

Explosives would eliminate half of their laborious digging.

As the Salt Caravans were ambushed successfully by the Abominants, this would shorten the supply of Salt. Hence, a shortage in producing soft water is a requirement for water potability.

Lance knew that such a shortage would drive the WWMDs to filter wastewater and shorten the supply of drinking water.

"Lastly, what I can think of, is the challenge in logistics in hauling garbage. The garbage truckers don’t segregate the garbage to the liking of their respective drop-offs. It is much easier for them to just deliver them to scrap yards."

The damaged, dented, and dirty Smooth Silver Casing would be cleaned and repaired by the fabrication table. The robotic arms that held the sensor on its end, detected the undesirable qualities of the casing. The second robotic arm would spray anti-rust and dirt on the affected part. A white foam was dispersed from its nozzle and stayed on the casing’s surface.

One could see the chemical reaction taking effect on the dirty parts of the casing like it was taking a bath.

Afterward, the third robotic arm would wash all the foams on its surface. The table’s design would restrict the splashes of water beyond its boundaries, keeping the surroundings dry.

Then another robotic arm blew pressurized air towards the casing eliminating all droplets of water left.

There were only four arms of the fabrication table. Then the nozzles were changed automatically. Then a spraying nozzle was selected with the desired color inside the cylinder. Then it sprayed all over the casing.

And after a few touches, laminate it, blow dry again to harden whatever shred of wet lamination, then polish.

The Chest casing of the Robotic maid looked new and fresh.

The same process goes with his other harvested metallic casings.

Lance would seal them in sealable plastic bags to preserve their quality. Quality was key for him. It was his best trait as a scrapper.

"How much are you gonna charge that for?" Jasper asked.

"25 units each, Jasper. That’s a fair price," Lance said.

"Why is the price low, Master? It looks new." Jasper retorted.

"That is the beauty of buying scraps, Jasper. For the manufacturers, it is much cheaper to acquire scraps than forming new ones."

He placed his finished products on the side along with the other pending scrap materials for sale.

’I must have been so busy,’ Lance sighed upon the thought of having another scrap pile inside his cabin.

Then he saw common-grade scrap thick sheets placed on the side of the wall.

"Ok, Jasper. I know what to do," Lance said.

"What is it, Master?"

"I am gonna make those metal scraps to baseball sizes. We are going to make a bomb. But first, we need to grasp the poison-making technology first. We will go to the Seer."

"Why the Seer, Master?"

"Have you seen the cybernetic materials on her thighs and legs? It’s a cyborg technology. Such technology was included in the fields hidden by the Lost Engineers. Somehow, she can maybe give us information about them. I am gonna find the Lost Engineers"