Archivist note: This post is from an older recovered archive.
==Initial Post==
((Posted by Kimika Ying on May 29, 2010))
Its been a couple of months since I made the decision to move to New Babbage. My reason was to set up a research factory to search for and study Martian machinery left over from the invasion. To date I’ve been busy moving and being caught up in the various happenings and social events. I’ve come to have an affection to for the city and its people and I’m glad that I decided to make my home here.
Now that I have a home and workspace established I’m turning my attention back to my original purpose. So, this morning I went on a scouting trip into the city sewers. My thought is that in the underground out of the way places I may find some bits and pieces of alien artifacts that have been overlooked.
I didn’t find any today and would have been amazed to have done so. Anything that easy to find would have been picked up long ago. However it was a most interesting trip. It gave me the feeling of being in an abandoned building, finding curious odds and ends of discarded and forgotten objects. Its a different world, only a few meters below the familiar foggy streets.
I have a small boat which I had placed in a canal, convenient an entrance into the underground. Just a short way in, on the stone dock below City Hall, I found the following letter which I’ve transcribed. It isn’t dated but it could not have been in such an exposed place long. I don’t know the writer and neither have I heard of anything like the events mentioned. I presume – I hope – that it is merely the ravings of a madman.
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Dear Friends
It is with a broken heart that I write of my failure to stop the events that might lead to the world as we know it from being destroyed.
As you know my smaller experiments at the theatre were very promising except for a few unfortunate side effects to the volunteers. One of by the name of Jason has developed a psychotic behaviour and has started experiments of his own on the towns population of urchins. I want to inform the New Babbage police, but fear that our work will no doubt be exposed and all we have learnt will be lost. Especially since I was so close to success!
For the final experiment I found a volcanic island called Sunrise. There I set up the device I have mentioned before, the construction there was vast. Never before had I seen such magnificent machines at work, but alas, it was all for nothing as the power created must have torn the island apart leaving a ring of islands and forcing a dust cloud high into the sky.
With this letter I hope to add other notes I have on the final experiment.
Alexander Eliot
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A cellar somewhere in Clockhaven.
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This old grapefruit box caught my eye and I had to take a closer look. It looked as though it had floated in from somewhere and come to rest on the bank. At first glance I thought it was empty, but on closer inspection I found a piece of paper inside which turned out to be a postcard. I carefully wrapped it and took it with me. The box also, actually. It was in surprisingly good condition, looking as though it had only recently been lost or tossed out.
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When I returned home I cleaned it as best I could but most of the writing is illegible. What can be made out on the back is very poignant. It reads, “Do not forsake me, O My Darling. Yours Faithfully, Anna”.
I can’t stop wondering who she is and what happened. It looks as though she was writing from abroad and greatly troubled. Did her (husband? lover?) come to her aid? Whatever happened I like to think that she persevered. The only thing that’s certain is that the letter was received and kept for some time (it does not look at all new). Kept by who? And what did they do?
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I brought home a couple of other curious objects – a glass bottle of mysterious green liquid and a gutta-percha head of a wolf on a stick. The bottle has a label attached on which I can make out “19 May” and the liquid glows faintly in the dark. (I did NOT take it into the house. There’s no telling what it might be.)
So, I had a quiet but most interesting morning. I encountered not one zombie, ghost, or rampaging clank. Good heavens, I didn’t even see a single urchin! Perhaps it was simply due to the earliness of the day but…..is it just me, or has there been a curious absence of urchins on the streets lately?
==Comments==
*Comment by Arconus Arkright on May 29, 2010 at 10:37pm
Do you mean the delightfully pleasing absence of unruly, irksome, troublesome, thoroughly bothersome urchins? I hadn’t noticed.
*Comment by Grendel Footman on May 29, 2010 at 10:45pm
maybe it the zombie soup?
*Comment by Jimmy Branagh on May 30, 2010 at 12:17am
Th’ records of Professor Nareth Nishi will provoide some insoight into th’ earlier part of th’ odd story of Professor Alexander Eliot, an’ Jason Moriarty, an th’ events of a few years back.
http://narethenishi.blogspot.com/
