The subtle touch of a flame-spitting combustion nozzle, much like that of a high-pressure geyser tube sucking water from the bay, is remarkably adept at clearing away cobwebs, cleansing the immediate environment, and encouraging non-paying customers to move it right along.
City of New Babbage
The following is a transcription of an aetheric tickertape located recently in the City Hall archives room. The original embossing date is unclear, but it…
I’m putting this all down so that I will be able to find it again in the future. New Babbage has had a number of…
The metal on metal clang happened every second, echoing off the timbers. The old woman seemed to levitate like a mythical saint, arm wrapped around…
The Murgam Asylum was quiet. It was not so quiet that there was implied danger lurking inside every dark corner. But silence had been alien…
The New Babbage Book Discussion Group has met on a regular basis for awhile, and we’ve amassed a list of science fiction, history, steampunk, children’s…
It rained in Babbage in late fall. Not quite cold enough to snow. The smoke was at full blast on factories in the Square district,…
After supper, Mariah was allowed to stay up and open her gift bag at the kitchen table, while her parents watched. There was the now-traditional…
