Creating an Industrial Empire in 19th Century Parallel World

Two years later, on a crisp autumn day in 891, the bustling metropolis of New York City buzzed with anticipation as a grand ceremony unfolded at the heart of the city. The New York Board of Transportation had meticulously organized the inauguration of the first-ever subway station, a testament to the relentless progress of modern engineering.

Amidst the dignitaries and esteemed guests in attendance, including the President of the United States and the Councilors of the New York Board of Transportation, two figures stood prominently at the forefront. Jonathan Axelsen, the visionary maverick in civil engineering, and Poul Nielsen, an engineer who built the first functioning and efficient electric locomotive, were the masterminds behind this monumental achievement. Their names echoed with reverence in the conversations of the crowds gathered around them.

Poul and Jonathan exchanged glances at one another and smiled. 

"With this, I guess you can have your marriage now with Caroline," Poul said teasingly.

"Yeah, maybe," Jonathan replied, chuckling. "Speaking of which, where is she? She is supposed to be here."

As soon as he uttered those words, Jonathan's eyes widened, and a surge of anticipation filled his chest. His gaze wandered through the crowd until he caught sight of Caroline emerging from the sea of onlookers. She glided towards him, her presence illuminating the grandeur of the occasion.

Caroline donned an exquisite ensemble that epitomized the elegance of the 1890s. Her gown, crafted from rich, deep blue satin, hugged her figure gracefully before flowing into a sweeping skirt that grazed the ground. Intricate lace adorned the high collar of her dress, accentuating her delicate features. A wide-brimmed hat adorned with feathers nestled atop her golden curls, framing her radiant face.

As Caroline drew closer, her eyes met Jonathan's, and a radiant smile curved her lips. 

Jonathan extended his arm, and Caroline gracefully slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow. They exchanged a silent exchange of reassurance, knowing that this was not just a celebration of the subway's inauguration but also a significant milestone in their journey together.

"Caroline, you look absolutely stunning," Jonathan whispered, his voice filled with admiration.

She blushed, her cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink. "Thank you, my dear. And you, Jonathan, have truly outdone yourself. This moment, this achievement—it's awe-inspiring."

He smiled, pride and affection illuminating his eyes. "None of this would have been possible without you by my side, Caroline."

"Oh you are so silly, I didn't do anything in your project, if anything else, it must be your partner here, Poul. Speaking of which, how are you, Poul?" Caroline flickered her gaze over to Poul, acknowledging his crucial role in the construction of the metro station.

Poul, his own gaze filled with warmth, stepped forward. "Caroline, you underestimate your influence. You are the reason why Jonathan is rushing the construction of the metro station so that you two can be together." 

Caroline giggled. "Is that so? Then I'm 

glad to have played a part in this monumental endeavor," she replied playfully.

As they exchanged lighthearted banter, a distinguished gentleman approached them, dressed in a tailored suit adorned with a golden pin representing the New York Board of Transportation. He was one of the attendants of the councilors, responsible for overseeing the smooth execution of the ceremony.

"Mr. Axelsen, Mr. Nielsen, we would like to invite both of you to the podium," the attendant announced with a respectful nod. "The councilors would like you to address the esteemed guests and share a few words about your remarkable achievement."

Jonathan and Poul exchanged a brief glance, their expressions a mix of surprise and excitement. They had anticipated being recognized, but the opportunity to address such a prestigious gathering was an honor beyond their expectations.

With Caroline still by his side, Jonathan straightened his posture, his eyes gleaming with a newfound resolve. Poul, standing tall next to him, wore a confident smile that mirrored Jonathan's determination.

As they reached the podium, the guests hushed and settled into their seats. Jonathan stepped forward and gave his speech.

"Four years ago, I had a vision that one day in New York, there would be an efficient mode of transportation that would revolutionize the way people travel. Today, that vision becomes a reality with the inauguration of this subway station. This project has been a labor of love, driven by the collective efforts of a dedicated team of engineers, laborers, and visionaries who believed in the transformative power of modern engineering. Together, we have constructed a network of tunnels that will connect neighborhoods, bridge distances, and bring our great city closer than ever before.

This subway station represents more than just a physical structure; it symbolizes progress, innovation, and the boundless possibilities that lie ahead. It is a testament to our commitment to shaping the future, to making our city more accessible, efficient, and vibrant. With this milestone, we embark on a new era of transportation, opening doors to opportunities, creating connections, and enhancing the lives of countless individuals.

But our work does not end here. This is just the beginning. As we stand here today, let us remember that the future holds countless challenges and opportunities. Let us continue pushing boundaries, embracing innovation, and striving for excellence. Together, we can build a city that thrives on progress and leaves a lasting legacy for generations to come. The future is bright, and together, we can achieve greatness."

After his speech, the guests clapped their hands, the sound resonating through the air with thunderous applause. 

Poul, who was watching Jonathan from behind, clapped as well, his eyes scanning the crowds and looking for someone familiar. There he saw Amelia, Morgan, and some famous industrialists in the United States. 

"Poul, do you want to share a few words with the guest?" Jonathan asked, beckoning him to come forward.

Poul waved his hand dismissively. "Well, you pretty much have said everything that I wanted to say, so there's no need. In exchange, I'll be the one to cut the inauguration ribbon," Poul replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Jonathan chuckled, knowing Poul's aversion to public speaking. "Fair enough, my friend. I'll gladly take the spotlight while you handle the ribbon-cutting duties."

As the ceremony went on, with Poul and Jonathan having a chat with the high-ranking guests of the ceremony, the time for ribbon-cutting arrived. 

Poul, who was given a scissor, was beckoned to come forward. He complied, and he stood next to Jonathan, the President of the United States, and the councilors from the New York Board of Transportation. 

Despite his past scandal, Poul noticed that it wasn't being brought up. Must be because it was overshadowed by his accomplishments and contribution to the country.

Poul snipped the ribbon with precision, marking the official opening of the subway station. The subway station will have twenty stations running along Manhattan and connecting various neighborhoods, allowing commuters to travel swiftly and conveniently across the city.

As the ribbon fell to the ground, the crowd erupted into applause, their excitement reverberating through the air. Poul stepped back, a sense of pride swelling within him. He had played a crucial role in the creation of this marvel, and seeing it come to life brought profound satisfaction.

After that, Morgan approached Poul.

"Poul, the President of the United States and the Secretary of Navy wants to speak with you and your partner. Have you prepared everything they want to see?" Morgan asked.

"Morgan, don't worry, later in the hotel, I will unveil to them what we have been working on," Poul smiled. 

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