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Tinku Ranbir In Despair At Being In London

 

 

When guests were invited to the Queen’s House for a Summer Fete in August, many didn’t realise they were going to have a firsthand insight into the personal, and what seems tragic world of the Ranbir Family, who are current residents in the Royal House. The Ranbir's arrived in the country several year's ago, at the request of the Queen. 

Chan Ranbir,  heralded as the man who put "Great back into Great Briain" and a kinetic engineer at Calcutta University, developed the heart that powers the latest craze of domestic labour being championed by industry and the government.

Tinku, wife of Chan, and mother of Janav, left her personal journal in a public view. It was deemed to be part of the exhibition and was perused by members of the public.

 

The diary talks about being ‘wary of those around me”, and the level of politicking she is being subjected to.

Visitors to the house also witnessed the much rumoured frosty atmosphere between the two residents of the house, Lady Frobisher-Pilbema - the Queen's Emissary to Science, and Tinku.

The House has declined to make a statement, but also reiterated a known position that it does not respond to rumour. A copy of a page from the journal was handed to the London Gazette by a member of the public.

 

Queen's House Hosts Summer Fete

 

On August 3rd, the Queen’s House presented a Summer fete at Her Majesty’s Greenwich residence. The event was part of an exhibition to showcase many of the inventions created to win the Longitude Prize.

Guests were welcomed to the house by two current residents, Lady Frobisher Pilbeam - Queen’s Emissary to Science, and Tinku Ranbir - wife of Chan Ranbir, Head of Special Projects at the Dept for the Advancement of Sciences.

Inventors showcasing their work, and competing for the £20,000 prize were Herr Doktor, Emilly Ladybird, Citizen Gryffdawg, and Doctor Geof.

Many of the people who attended the event, claimed to witness strange phenomena around the House. Some believed it was a presence that moved around the residence, and that it didn't seem sinister. The event climaxed with a musical performance by Sunday Driver.

 

Letter to a friend:
Clocks are more intelligent than first assumed

 

Mr Hardie,

My warmest congratulations my, dear dear friend. Whispers on the breeze inform me that not only have you managed to dupe the world into believing you to have set your disreputable past behind you, but that the Royal Society itself has extended an invitation to its ranks. I could not be prouder; though if it pleases you, I shall always remember you as the card-rigging back street alchemist, I had to doggedly pursue at some considerable cost, may I add. With all my heart, I hope that I shall be toasting your success with you personally in due course.

It has been weeks since I last walked the cobbled streets of Whitechapel, and I have come to miss the stench of the city, and the indecipherable accents that took almost forever to grow accustomed to. Since the multiple attempts on my life, or lives should I say, it was agreed that I should discretely sojourn with Lady Dawson at her country estate for a while.

The skies are blue'er here than I even remember from my childhood on the banks of the Forth. It is most liberating, uplifting even. Life with my god-grandmother is comfortable enough and I am kept adequately iup to date with official CBS and Division M activities; still, were it not for the company of the Lady’s curious wards, I would have fallen into the abyss of ennui some time ago.

Somehow a pair of not only jailbroken, but also rehoused Clocks found their way into her care where they have taken on the role of adopted offspring. It is plain that they have not been repurposed as, in my presence from time to time, they behave as my peers when they correctly deduce I am in need of adult company - once while I was imploring some of the domestic staff to join me in a round of cards, I was astounded to find that the clockwork two-some had already invited Summers, the valet, and that a bridge table had already been laid out in the parlour .

At all other times they actively choose to regress, for want of a better term, to a childlike state. It appears as if they find some sort of escape through their actions though whether their greatest desire is to live out an assumed childhood or make a bereaved old lady happy is beyond me. Perhaps it is a little of both.

Over the long autumnal months that they seem to have genuinely grown quite fond of Lady Dawson, who bitterly misses her departed great grandson, and do what they can to make her grief bearable. From what I can tell, pleasing the woman who has shown them such kindness, in turn brings them great joy. In all my years, I doubt I have seen such an act of charity and compassion from her own family and I find myself, once again, astounded and in awe of these controversial creations.

I must concede that I have my own suspicions concerning the duo’s origins; and if they are correct then these specimens need greater protection than I do at present and my instincts compel me to shield them from both The Watch and the MLF.

Speaking of whom, I was approached by a representative, presumably sent by Herakles, before I left the city though I am at a loss whether it was to deliver a threat or petition support. I only mention it now because it has only just begun to feel significant. I don’t know whether he has extended the same courtesy to many of London’s Proxies but be assured, if I have been scrutinised, then I guarantee that you will have been followed over the past few weeks. The rate at which they have stepped up their operation is as impressive is it is alarming; especially as I am currently at a loss over the stance the Division will eventually need to take as the nation prepares to unwittingly launch itself into war.. or whether indeed it will sit well with me - such complexities you must be wrestling with yourself as one of The Family, and for that I am deeply sorry.

Still. On the bright side: The Reaper still soars, Uncle R has become engaged, surly Stirling has started to show signs of possession of a sense of humour and you... you are about to become a Respected Fellow. Even the darkest skies must let a crack of sunlight through.

With fondness and in anticipation.

E

 

Waiting For Salvation
Machine Liberation Front Roars to Life!

 

The Machine Liberation Front (MLF), an organisation representing all Clockwork Servants has published a manifesto demanding equal rights for all automatons.

The lengthy document calls for an end to "oppression and to end forever the murderous attacks, the slavery, the degradation, and humiliation".

A Clock called Sebastian, who claims to speak for the organisation, says the MLF was responsible for an incident that happened at a venue called The Den in London, where a man was drowned, and another seriously injured.

The document goes on to state that "The Clockwork of today, by and large, is no different from your average human being," and warns that science will soon make them indistinguishable from all humans.

There has been no response from Clockwork Watch, or the government, but church leaders are concerned that the lines between Clock and human are blurred, and that society may be on the edge of a cataclysm of biblical proportions.