"I need those engineers to find the cause of the sudden, inexplicable drop in Cruor-Steam pressure immediately," Galileo roared, his voice vibrating through the polished mahogany of the war room.
Richter stood amidst the chaos, his hands clasped behind his back, his expression a masterpiece of concerned loyalty. He watched the frantic movements of the advisors as they tapped on wall-mounted pressure gauges and shouted orders into copper speaking tubes. The atmosphere in the war room was suffocating, filled with the scent of expensive cigars and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone leaking from the failing power regulators. Galileo paced the length of the room, his face an angry mask of red, his knuckles white as he gripped his cane.
"The pressure is down by twelve percent in the industri
