Chapter 35 The Demonstration

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"You know how to operate this thing, right?" Napoleon inquired, casting a discerning glance at the train engineer diligently preparing the boiler.

"Yes, monsieur Napoleon," the train engineer affirmed with unwavering confidence. "I have been honing my skills since the moment you entrusted me with this responsibility. Rest assured, I will not disappoint you."

Napoleon nodded approvingly, his mind set on ensuring a smooth journey for the passengers. "Good. Maintain a steady speed of thirty kilometers per hour once we embark on our transit. It is imperative that our esteemed passengers are spared any discomfort caused by erratic fluctuations."

As he said that, he stepped down from the engine room platform and made his way toward the passenger car.

Upon his arrival at the passenger car, he saw that the members of the French Academy of Sciences were seated in their respective seats. Ciela accommodated them as if they are real passengers by offering refreshments and attending to their needs with grace and poise.

"I see that you are all seated, and we will begin our journey shortly. As you have noticed, the seats are upholstered with the finest materials for your comfort," Napoleon addressed the distinguished members of the Academy. His gaze swept across the elegantly decorated interior of the passenger car, taking in the soft lighting, the meticulously crafted details, and the overall ambiance that exuded sophistication.

"I don't want you all feeling uncomfortable during this demonstration, especially when my acceptance into the French Academy of Sciences is at stake," Napoleon continued, his voice tinged with a touch of lightheartedness.

A murmur of reassurance rippled through the scientists as Antoine, a respected member of the Academy, spoke up, waving his hand dismissively. "Oh, don't worry about that, Napoleon. As long as these trains run and perform as advertised, you will undoubtedly secure your seat at the French Academy of Sciences."

Napoleon's lips curled into a brief smile, appreciative of the support and camaraderie shared among the esteemed scientists. Yet, his mind remained focused on their opinions and feedback. He valued their expertise and sought their impressions on every aspect of this journey.

"Before we commence, I would like to hear your thoughts so far," Napoleon continued, his eyes scanning the compartment. "The interior, the ambiance, the overall experience. Your observations are vital as we endeavor to refine and perfect this mode of transportation for the benefit of our nation."

"You are awfully sounding formal, Napoleon," Antoine remarked. "Very well, the interior of this carriage has a dignified elegance that befits the status of nobility," Antoine began, his voice carrying a note of enthusiasm. "The seats, adorned with plush velvet upholstery, provide a comfortable and regal experience. The soft lighting, casting a warm glow throughout the compartment, adds a touch of intimacy and sophistication. The attention to detail, from the intricately carved wooden paneling to the delicate floral motifs on the curtains, showcases the exquisite craftsmanship involved in creating this opulent space."

"Is that so, I'm glad that you are liking it. I plan the steam locomotive to be transportation for all despite class, though some differences in ticket pricing will exist," Napoleon interjected, his voice carrying a hint of determination.

The scientists exchanged curious glances, intrigued by Napoleon's remark. Antoine, ever inquisitive, raised his eyebrow.

"Different ticket prices? How do you envision that, Napoleon?"

Napoleon's lips curled to a smile and answered. "As long as it has a steady supply of coal, this steam locomotive has the potential to run indefinitely."

"Indefinitely?!" the other scientist repeated incredulously.

"Yup, unlike horses where you have to rely on their strength and endurance, a steam locomotive can continue its journey as long as there is coal to fuel its engine," Napoleon explained, his voice filled with conviction. "Of course, regular maintenance and periodic inspections are essential to ensure its optimal performance, but the potential for continuous operation is truly remarkable, isn't it?"

The scientists exchanged amazed glances, marveling at the prospect of a transportation system that could cover vast distances without the limitations of horse-drawn carriages. The concept of an engine that could tirelessly propel them forward, powered by coal, opened up a realm of possibilities for the future of transportation.

One hour later, they arrived at Versailles. Curious onlookers watching from the side of the street saw a steel behemoth with black smoke billowing out of its chimney, slowly coming to a halt.

But there was one question that the scientist are figuring out.

"Monsieur Bonaparte, this steam locomotive probably weighs a ton. How is it stopped?" Antoine asked.

"Well, monsieur Lavoisier, that's where the air brakes come in," Napoleon explained. "The steam locomotive is equipped with a system of air brakes that allows us to control and bring it to a stop. When the engineer activates the brakes, compressed air is released into the brake cylinders, applying pressure to the brake shoes, which then press against the wheels to slow down and stop the locomotive."

"Fascinating..." Antoine muttered.

"What's more fascinating is that we reached Versaille in just one hour! One hour, can you believe that!" One of the scientists exclaimed.

The moment the train came to a complete halt, Napoleon faced them.

"That concludes our demonstration, everyone. I hope you had a pleasant ride. Now, Monsieur Lavoisier, do I get the seat at the French Academy of Sciences?"

Antoine stood up from his seat and walked towards Napoleon, extending his hand in congratulations.

"Napoleon, I am delighted to inform you that your place in the French Academy of Sciences is well deserved. Your contributions to the field of transportation and thermodynamics are truly remarkable and make you a worthy candidate for admittance. But wait, there is someone here who would also want to congratulate you."

Napoleon tilted his head to the side, wondering who that person was. When Antoine looked to his right as if beckoning him to look there.

Napoleon looked to where Antoine was looking and upon landing his eyes upon the person he might be referring to, his eyes widened.

"King Louis?"