Saturday, June 19


It's normal for me to be working until the dead of night. Normally I keep my scientific endeavors separate from my hospital work, and vice versa. But upon receiving the Guvna's dispatch, but since I was on shift at William Wilde Hospital when I received the dispatch I had no choice but commandeer a surgical table at Wilde as a drafting board.

One copy for the Guvna. One for the Clockwinder. One for Mama Gabi. One for the Emperor. One for Mayor Lunar.

"Do you plan to build all these ships yourself?" asked Wren as I handed her the tubes for delivery to the New Babbage Post Office.

"No. It's a much grander scale than even the Caravel. Hopefully, they won't be necessary. But they need to start building the aetherships immediately in the event that we must evacuate..."

"What's this about an evacuation?"

I looked across the table from me at a rather stunned Dr. Beck.

Monday, June 14

withdrawal and reattachment

After finding me in the bayou of New Toulouse, Amarantis pulled me back to the new Sir William Wilde Hospital in New Babbage. I had just accepted a position there, but in this instance I was the one being examined. Yes, the adjustment to life without a steady reanimation serum supply has been challenging. I have to keep reminding myself I'm not as invincible as I once was, and that physical pain is more than a mere nuisance.

While I'm no longer able to synthesize the serum in my own bloodstream, my daughter Wren's gas-powered rabbit is still saturated. It's a simple matter to withdraw another dose from it instead.

I have used the serum. Not on myself, of course. I performed a tongue transplant on a gentleman at the Wilde just the other day. The nurse fainted dead away when after I injected the tongue and it immediately started flapping like a fish in my tongs! I am proud to say the attachment was a success. I wonder what he'll tell me once he remasters the art of speech.

Ama confirms what I witnessed. Bloodwing has now possessed my father and taken over the aerial battle with the Vesprium after the clockwork ship named after him escaped forwards in time.

As powerful as the Founder may be, he can't fight an army by himself. I've spoken to the leaders of the Steamlands and appraised them of the situation. Little is known about the Vesprium. Traditionally they were even more isolationist than Erebus was, but obviously they are now intent on conquest. What is clear is that the Vesprium do not belong in this world. They must be driven back or eradicated.

I've alerted the rulers of the Steamlands to the magnitude of the danger. Already Agent Iason Hassanov is en route in a flying dreadnought.

And do you think I'm just going sit on the sidelines? Of course not!

Thursday, June 3

One Year

June 6th will mark the first anniversary of the Pogrom, when the Governance wing of Linden Labs unjustly erased the avatars for Darien, Marcus, Jeremiah, Koen, Ash, Qlippothic and Qli-2.

What have they accomplished? They have succeeded in further alienating what was their most enthusiastic and creative user base. They have given me reason to expand my activities as a steampunk aficionado and a science-fiction writer into other realms, much to my benefit.

In honor of those who have wronged me (and who may have been recently outplaced from the Labs) I dedicate this song.