Some time ago, the Mayor of a certain steampunk city asked me to contribute some material for the next edition of Tales of New Babbage, worthy of print and possibly even a radio play. I told him I was retired. He told me there was lucre involved. I pulled out the typewriter. After some lively discussion back and forth, I came up with a narrative to his liking.
Sadly, he came back later and told me it almost made the cut. Not enough urchins in it, apparently.
No matter. My loss is your gain.
Here is the prequel. The fad is to read this afterwards, apparently, but it's your choice.
Here is the tale itself.
My Yuletide gift to all of my friends still in Second Life. I miss you all.