The roar of the steam engines in Manchester was the heartbeat of a new world, a world built on coal, iron, and the broken backs of the poor. For Martha, the world was the size of the loom she tended fourteen hours a day at the Sterling Mill.
Martha was a "factory girl," a term that implied a lack of ambition and a predetermined fate. But Martha possessed a secret: she could see the mathematics of the world. While other girls saw threads and shuttles, Martha saw vectors, patterns, and efficiency gaps. She spent her few hours of sleep sketching improvements to the looms in the margins of a stolen ledger. Then came Edward Sterling,...
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