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Asimovian Revolution Jaunt Check-In
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travellingtogether( Machines can keep you breathing but what happens when you find a new war's begun? )
This is Holmes. In my home of London I was a unique specimen, an unofficial consulting detective. I suspect you may have heard of me from the romances that my esteemed friend and colleage Doctor Watson made of my case files, so you need not fear offending me by mentioning you've read my stories.
We are in a city of astounding technology - I can see a locomotive buoyed by magnets hurtling past at terrific speed, and many of the shops and stalls are manned by cunning automata. These must be the "robots" that the Page of Discs was speaking of.
Perusing a newspaper - when I purchased it I was promped to sweep my identification card through a device that 'read' it and through doing so conducted a transaction with a local bank - suggests that this is the city of Dynatropolis, and that all is not well.
In the middle of an election for the position of Mayor and members of the city council, a group of robot anarchists dubbing themselves "The Mavericks" have thrown the city into chaos with attacks on key manufactories and city services. It seems some of the automata placed in charge of these services were turned by a... Doctor Isaac Benedict Caine, thier programming somehow subverted. The police are mobilizing, and the current mayor, one Jordi Newton, has promised to put an end to their mischief and mayhem. '
Jordi's main rival, who is going by "Teddy" Highcastle but is absolutely His Highness Edmund Albert Beauforte, presents himself as a liberal and reformer who has vowed to negotiate with these Mavericks, which gives me pause because he seemed quite sensible.
And so: Who and where are you, and what do you know?
This is Holmes. In my home of London I was a unique specimen, an unofficial consulting detective. I suspect you may have heard of me from the romances that my esteemed friend and colleage Doctor Watson made of my case files, so you need not fear offending me by mentioning you've read my stories.
We are in a city of astounding technology - I can see a locomotive buoyed by magnets hurtling past at terrific speed, and many of the shops and stalls are manned by cunning automata. These must be the "robots" that the Page of Discs was speaking of.
Perusing a newspaper - when I purchased it I was promped to sweep my identification card through a device that 'read' it and through doing so conducted a transaction with a local bank - suggests that this is the city of Dynatropolis, and that all is not well.
In the middle of an election for the position of Mayor and members of the city council, a group of robot anarchists dubbing themselves "The Mavericks" have thrown the city into chaos with attacks on key manufactories and city services. It seems some of the automata placed in charge of these services were turned by a... Doctor Isaac Benedict Caine, thier programming somehow subverted. The police are mobilizing, and the current mayor, one Jordi Newton, has promised to put an end to their mischief and mayhem. '
Jordi's main rival, who is going by "Teddy" Highcastle but is absolutely His Highness Edmund Albert Beauforte, presents himself as a liberal and reformer who has vowed to negotiate with these Mavericks, which gives me pause because he seemed quite sensible.
And so: Who and where are you, and what do you know?
