I have been completely unable to shake a cold/flu/general bleh type thing for what feels like a hundred years, but has actually only been a week. Makes new content creation a challenge. I’ve gone to type a few times these last few days and found myself just staring at the screen, enjoying the warmth.
As I am incapable of writing more than one or two coherent paragraphs at a time, we’re going into the archives! Here’s one from March 2015; Eiffel’s Towers:
Paris was first. The monument to steel, design and industry was added to the skyline amid controversy and hype alike. Eiffel paid no attention to the media circus surrounding his creation. This had to be built and had to work; it was going to change the world.
He worked alongside Tesla and Edison in a rare moment of alliance for those two. Design took three years, testing another three and building the actual beast in time for the World’s Fair was thought to be an unattainable goal. They made it happen.
The structure was nearly a thousand feet tall when completed, but the beauty of the steel work paled in comparison to the subterranean complex that powered the tower. The Seine was redirected to run through the complex where it was boiled. The ensuing steam rose through the interior of tower’s steel where it pushed cogs and rods and generated the necessary electricity to show off the tower’s true purpose.
Eiffel created a means of transportation greater than any zeppelin, railway or sailing ship. He made a teleport.
When the tower at Paris was demonstrated at the World’s Fair there was only one place to send people; to the top. When it was shown to work the queue of eager participants lasted for three days.
The next tower was built in London. The connection between Paris and London eliminated the need to cross the Channel. Towers went up in Lisbon, Berlin, Rome, Prague, Moscow, Istanbul. Eiffel had connected the world. In the blink of an eye, any one could go any where so long as the receiving pad was empty.
The first Tower in the America’s was to be placed in Washington, D.C. The seat of western democracy was a city of domed buildings, sky bound battleships and more than a few politicians who objected to be so readily connected to their European counterparts.
In the end, the Tower’s construction was approved and proceeded as normal. The very first transatlantic transport was fairly mundane. A box of Parisian chocolates and a dairy cow were zapped to the DC Tower. The cow survived, but the chocolates were melted in during travel. Four months of inquiries and hundred of work hours later, it was discovered the chocolates were melted in the stage coach that took them to the Paris tower.
The day the DC Tower was reopened a crowd gathered to send off a Coca-Cola and a coyote to Paris. No one could explain the coyote’s presence.
The tower whirred to life. Steam pushed through rivets and steel nearly rattled from its welding. The transport process was normally a wide blue circle of light which enveloped the area below the center section of the tower. This time, a series of orange light beams hit the ground and moved slowly toward the cargo.
The soda and the dog were never seen again.
DC began to disassemble their tower the very next day.
—My mom sent me a link to this Steampunk Tendencies picture today and said “there’s a story here!” Yes. Yes there is. In the spirit of Barney Stinson, challenge accepted!—