Judging from the nature of my previous letters, no doubt you have sensed my growing uneasiness since I have returned to New Babbage. I had thought this was a land of reason with the infrequent crazy scientist with experiments gone wrong, not unlike our own home of Aranka. However, over the past month, my impression of this city has been changing, and I fear what I it is becoming.
Increasingly, there is talk of magic. People roam the streets claiming they can raise the dead and summon spirits to do their bidding. I even ran into a woman who claimed she had supernatural powers and could summon fire at her disposal. Of course I was astounded, not for her claims of power, but concerned over her mental state.
Clearly, there is no such thing as magic. You and I have been brought up in a scientific world that not only doesn’t support this idea, but always disproves it. If I had any inclination that I could truly speak with the dead, I would have pursued it, as I will always regret my treatment towards mother, may she rest in peace. This is nonsense, and I will not tolerate a city that continual grows mad.
Surely we silenced the alchemists centuries before? Next they’ll be telling me as I sit drinking my warm mug of cocoa in the bar that they can transform the streets into gold and that their recipe for a panacea was given to them by some goddess that they communed with after dancing in the mythical forest.
At first I merely laughed, thinking that this was some sort of joke. I did find it funny, but only at first. Now I am certain that they are either drinking too much Opi-Cola or they really have gone mad. Perhaps there is some sort of drug that got accidentally dumped into the drinking water supply? Or maybe it simply was contaminated by the canal water?
There must be a reasonable explanation for this behavior, and I am certain that with a bit of handwork, we will find it and set things straight. For now, however, I’m afraid I’ll have to start sending the completely unreasonable ones to the hospital to be watched over. I fear for their safety if their mental states are so distraught.
Wish me the best.
Your loving daughter,