Terry Pratchett, Raising Steam
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**** Seminal was 10 years old when, back at the family Smithy in Sea Bridge, his father simply disappeared in a cloud of furnace parts and flying metal, all enveloped in a pink steam. He was never found in the terrible haze of scotching dampness. But on that very day, young **** similarly vowed to whatever was left of his father in that boiling steam that he would make steam his servant. His mother had other ideas. She was a midwife. And, she said to her neighbours, Bob, visible on everywhere. I'll never be without customer. So against her son's wishes, Elsie Seminal decided to take him away from what she now considered to be a haunted place. She packed up their belongings, and together they returned to her family home near Sto LAT, where people didn't inexplicably disappear in a hopping cloud. Soon after they arrive, something important happened to a boy. One day, while waiting for his mother to return from a difficult delivery, **** walked into a building the looked interesting on which turned out to be a library. At first, he thought it was full of Ponti stuff, all kings and poets and lovers and battles But in one crucial book, he found something called Mathematics in the World of Numbers. And that was why, one day from 10 years later, he pulled together every fibre of his being and said, Mother, you know, last year when I said I was going hiking in the mountains of Uber World with mermaids, well, it were kind of sort off kind of lie only very small. Mind you, **** blushed. You see, I found keys to Dad's old shed and, well, I went back to see Pridgen did some experiment in, and he looked at his mother anxiously. I think I know what you were doing wrong. **** was braced for stiff objections, but he hadn't reckoned on tears, so many tears. And as he tried to console her, he added, You mother and Uncle Flavio has got me an education. You got me the knowing of the numbers, including the arithmetic and weird stuff dreamed up by the philosophers. Enough yb where even camels could do logarithms on their toes that didn't know this stuff, and there I ideas. But he didn't have the tech no love G right at this point, **** allowed his mother to talk and she said, I know there's no stopping you are **** You just like you Stubborn father work pigheaded. Is that what you've been doing in the bomb tech ology? She looked at him accusingly then side I can see I can't tell you what to do. But you tell me, how can your lager reasons stop you going the way of your poor old dad? She's dyed sobbing again. **** pulled out of his jacket something that looked like a small wand which might have been made for a miniature wizard and said, This will keep you safe, Mother, have the knowing of the sliding rule. I could tell the sign what to do on the co signer likewise and work out the tangent of quad heretics. Come on, Mother Cell fretting and come women out it burn! You must see her. Mrs. Seminal reluctant was dragged by a son to the great Open bound. He had kids it out like the world stopped back in ze bridge, hoping against hope that their son accidentally found himself a girl Inside the bond, she looked helplessly. It's a large circle of metal which covered most of the floor, something metallic was drowned and round on the metal, sounding like a squirrel in a cage given off a smell much like Cam for Is she his mother, 80 champion Dixon happily cola. I am good, but what is his own? He grinned hugely and said, It's what they call a proto type mother. You've got to have a proto type if you're going to be an engineer. His mother smiled warmly, but there was no stopping deck. The words just tumble out. The thing is, Mother, before you attempt out, you've got to have some idea of what it is you want to do. One of the books are found in the library was about being an architect, and in that book, the man who wrote it said before he built his next big house. He always made quite tiny models to get an idea of how it will work out, he said. It sounds fiddly in stuff, but going slowly and being thoroughly is the only way forward. And so I'm testing their out quite slowly, seeing what works and what doesn't. And actually I'm quite proud of missin. In the beginning, I met track wooden, but I reckon that the engine I wanted would be very every So I chopped up Jordan Circle for firewood and went back to forge. Mrs Symbol looked at the little mechanism running round and round on the barn floor and said in the voice of someone really trying to understand a lot. But what does he do? Well, I remembered what Dad said about time we were watching Kettle Boil. And no, it's a lead going up and down with the pressure, and he told me that one day someone would build a bigger kill that would lift more than a cattle lead. And I believe I have the known of the way to build a proper cattle mother. What good would that do? My boy said his mother sternly. And she watched the glow in her son's eyes as he said, Everything, mother, everything.