The Menimist
Penelope retightened the last bolt, checked the wiring one last time then typed some sample coordinates into the typesetter. She ran her fingertips over the shiny brass fittings. She looked at her reflection in the large grandfather clock face and pulled the goggles down over her hazel brown eyes. She watched the gyrosphere whirl, spinning faster and faster. The steam engine pumped the pistons faster and faster. The whirl of the spinning cogs reached fever pitch. She was tempted to pull the...
Steampunk