Creating an Industrial Empire in 19th Century Parallel World-Novel



Soon after, the industrialist duo arrived at the weapon's factory, their footsteps echoing through the vast halls. They were immediately greeted by the symphony of machinery, the rhythmic hum of gears turning, and the clanking of metal against metal.

The air was thick with the scent of oil and smoke, mingling with the metallic tang of freshly forged steel. Massive machines towered overhead, their iron frames casting long shadows across the factory floor. 

Amidst the controlled chaos, the workers moved with purpose, their heavy steps synchronized with the rhythmic pulse of the machinery. Clad in soot-stained aprons and goggles, they operated the intricate contraptions that brought forth instruments of war. Each worker was a cog in this intricate mechanism, their expertise honed through countless hours of labor. 

Jonathan and Poul navigated through the maze of production lines, their eyes scanning the bustling workers. Sparks flew as molten metal was shaped and molded, giving birth to rifles, pistols, and other deadly instruments of warfare.

The noise was deafening, with the constant clatter of hammers, the rhythmic pounding of presses, and the intermittent blasts from the firing range where new prototypes were tested. 

Jonathan and Poul made their way to the heart of the factory, where the engineering team, the minds of the operation, worked tirelessly to innovate and improve upon existing designs. 

The engineers huddled around drafting tables, bent over intricate diagrams, their brows furrowed in deep concentration. Their hands moved with precision, sketching, measuring, and making adjustments. 

"So, what seems to be a problem?" Poul asked. 

Jonathan leaned against a nearby workbench, his eyes fixed on the engineers who were huddled around drafting tables. He took a moment to gather his thoughts.

"The AN-1" Jonathan began, his voice laced with concern. "We are encountering a technical issues that are hindering its production."

Poul furrowed his brow, his gaze locked on Jonathan. "What kind of issues are we facing?"

Jonathan sighed, the weight of responsibility evident in his voice. "We're grappling with inconsistencies in barrel rifling, which affect the weapon's accuracy and reliability."

Poul's eyes widened, his mind grappling with the implications. "Inconsistencies in barrel rifling? That's a serious concern. How are we addressing it?"

Jonathan ran a hand through his hair. "My team has been conducting extensive analysis to identify the root cause. We suspect it could be a combination of tool wear, material properties, and machining techniques. However, pinpointing the exact source of the issue has proven elusive. I'm at wit's end here. What's more, if we fail to deliver two thousand of them to the United States Army, it would affect our reputation and you. That's why I called you Poul, for your expert opinion."

Poul nodded, his analytical mind already dissecting the problem. This weapon was the price of his freedom, if a problem was encountered, he must fix it as soon as possible.

He approached the nearest engineer, who was engrossed in a blueprint spread out before him.

"May I?" Poul asked, gesturing toward the diagram.

The engineer, momentarily startled by Poul's presence, quickly composed himself and nodded, relinquishing the blueprint. Poul's eyes scanned the intricate details, his mind working through the dimensions and specifications, seeking any clues that might unveil the source of the rifling inconsistencies.

After a few moments, Poul handed the blueprint back to the engineer. "What alloys are we using on the barrel?" 

The engineer glanced up, surprised by Poul's question. "We are currently using a high-strength alloy steel, specifically 4140 chromoly steel, for the barrels," he replied, adjusting his goggles.

Poul furrowed his brow. "And have we analyzed the microstructure of the barrels to ensure uniformity and consistency?"

Jonathan interjected. "Indeed, we have. We perform meticulous examinations of the microstructure using metallographic techniques. We rely on optical magnification and careful etching of cross-section samples to reveal the grain structure, detect any potential flaws or inclusions, and ensure the desired hardness and strength properties."

"And what was the result?" 

"The microstructure analysis of the barrels indicated that they possess remarkable uniformity and consistency. The grain structure is well-formed and free from any significant defects or inclusions. This is odd because if the test is showing consistent results,  then the issue must lie elsewhere."

Poul paused for a moment, a thoughtful expression on his face. He glanced around the factory, observing the workers and the machinery in motion. Then, he turned to face Jonathan.

"Jonathan, I believe the issue lies not in the manufacturing process or the materials used, but rather in the machinery itself," Poul stated confidently.

Jonathan raised an eyebrow. "The machinery?"

"When you analyzed the microstructure of the barrels and found no significant defects or inconsistencies, it led me to consider the possibility of external factors affecting the rifling process. The machinery responsible for rifling the barrels plays a critical role in shaping the grooves that impart spin to the bullets. If there are any inconsistencies or malfunctions in the machinery, it could result in irregular rifling patterns," Poul explained and continued. "Lead me to one of our rifling machinery."

Jonathan nodded, recognizing the logic behind Poul's analysis. He gestured for Poul to follow him as they made their way through the maze of machinery toward one of the rifling stations.

They reached a massive machine with a metal frame and a series of rotating spindles, specifically designed for rifling the barrels. 

Poul approached the machine, his eyes focused on its intricate components. He inspected the spindles, checking for any signs of wear or misalignment. His hands ran along the smooth surface, feeling for irregularities or vibrations that could indicate an issue.

Jonathan watched Poul's keen examination, his anticipation growing. He knew that Poul's expertise in machinery and his attention to detail could potentially uncover the root cause of the rifling inconsistencies.

After a thorough inspection, Poul stepped back and turned to Jonathan with a determined expression. "Jonathan, I believe I've found the problem," he said, his voice filled with conviction.

Jonathan leaned in closer, eager to hear Poul's findings. "What is it? What's causing the irregular rifling patterns?"

Poul pointed towards one of the rotating spindles. "Look closely at this spindle. See how it's slightly misaligned? The cutting tool is not making consistent contact with the barrel as it rotates, resulting in uneven grooves and variations in the rifling."

Jonathan squinted, his eyes following Poul's indication. "Really? But I am not seeing any misalignment." 

"Look closer," Poul urged, pointing to a subtle gap between the cutting tool and the barrel. Jonathan leaned in, his gaze fixed on the area Poul had indicated. As he focused, he could indeed see a slight misalignment in the spindle.

"How could we have missed that," Jonathan placed a hand over his face in frustration. "It's like 0.1 millimeters off. How did you see it?" 

"Well, let's say that I have a clear eye for precision," Poul replied with a hint of a smile. "It's natural that you and others would have missed it." 

"I was thinking it was a tool wear but we ruled that out. It turns out it was the spindle…" Jonathan chuckled. "Now that we know the culprit, we can start the production of the AN-1 Heavy Machine Gun. As for those we have already made, well, it's a defect so throw that out." 

"Understood," the engineers behind them echoed in unison.

"I'm going to check the other equipment and machines used for the production of the heavy machine gun to make sure nothing is amiss," Poul announced.

Jonathan nodded, appreciating Poul's thoroughness. "Good idea.  I'll gather the team and start working on recalibrating all the rifling machines. If you found something in other machines, let me know." 

Poul raised a thumbs up as he walked away.