Image: Sean Slattery.
Doctor Rauchfisch stood over the basin, trimming his muttonchops carefully with his straight razor. He rinsed. A splash of bay rum and he strode out, clapping on his top hat and walking-goggles.
Dodging the press of Stanleys and Vapormatics that clogged the street, he arrived at his office and rode the hydraulic lift to the seventh floor.
Taking a polished mahogany case out of his desk, he unfolded it, snapping the steam hose into the wall outlet. Rapidly clicking clockwork signaled the Difference-Engine’s readiness.
He smiled. Life was so much easier since the invention of the World-Wide Steam-Powered Computational Network.
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