Heart of Gears

I was just a boilermaker struggling to survive in a foggy factory district of London. During a near-death experience when a boiler exploded, I glimpsed the giant shadow of gears biting together and the wriggling tentacles of the abyss. When I woke up, I found that the steam pipes were whispering and strange runes appeared on the brass dashboard. The capitalists are using the blood of child labor to water the "God of the Difference Engine", and the nobles are using human sacrifices to awaken the "Ancient God of Steam". I hid the copper whistle that could read the whispers of machines and joined the underground resistance organization "Heart of Gears". When the steel giant crushed the slums, I blew the brass whistle—— The entire city's steam pipes suddenly twisted and deformed, turning into giant brass snakes that covered the sky and the sun. The moment it entangled the colossus, I heard a sigh of satisfaction coming from the void: "Finally... I found a qualified spokesperson." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.