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Eliza Shilling Edison
The Workshop
As a child, Eliza Shilling Edison spent most of her time in her father’s workshop, a cramped, dimly lit space with tools scattered across every surface and gears piled in rusted heaps in the corners. The trace of grease and soldering metal were comforting, a sharp contrast to the acrid stench of the streets outside. Her father’s hands, rough and stained, would guide hers as she learned to disassemble and rebuild the machines brought in for repair.
The Industrial Labs
Years later, as an engineer in one of Grant’s industrial labs, Eliza has carved out her place amid the chaos of the city. The lab smells of rubber and ozone, with a mild undertone of burned plastic from failed prototypes. The machines whir constantly, their purr a backdrop to her work, as familiar as her own heartbeat. Her favorite project is a purifier, a machine that can take the city’s choking air and transform it into something breathable. Its casing is smooth beneath her fingers, its inner workings a delicate dance of filters and circuits.
The Mystery Illness
One day, her friend complained that everyone in his factory was getting sick. The factory was a labyrinth of steel and concrete, where the scent of oil and the clatter of machinery created a symphony of industry. He asked Eliza to test the air and see if that was the reason. He explained that he had several scientists visit to no avail. They couldn’t isolate the source. Never believing in coincidences she began the investigation with the new fan. She discovered the fans produced a specific frequency which, after extended study on resonance phenomena, matched the resonant frequency of the human stomach. During the fan’s operation, everyone's stomach felt noxious. Her solution was simple, switch out the fans for another design and keep them greased before turning them on.