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[anothershirtruined]

[The video feed shakes slightly, before clearing to reveal a small dark-haired woman in turn-of-century garb. She lifts up the communication device and turns it about disdainfully, allowing it to show a bit of her surroundings in the Bay. At last returning to displaying herself once more. She starts out quietly, in a tone of musing to herself.]

Good heavens, these newfangled devices become odder each year.

[Her tone abruptly becomes crisp as she frowns sternly into the camera.]

Greetings. I have been made to understand that this odd device is the most efficient means of communication. I am Ms. Amelia Peabody. You may call me Amelia. I am a spinster of independent means, currently traveling for pleasure.

I had intended to embark on a voyage down the Nile today. However, if what I have been told is true, it seems that my plans have been unavoidably delayed.

I am not accustomed to my plans being unavoidably delayed.

Regardless, I am not one to waste time regretting the past. I have two questions. First, would anyone be willing to recommend a place of lodging in the city? And secondly, I wish to more fully understand the situation that has occurred. Who in this place considers themselves to be in charge? Is there an equivalent of a British Consulate?

Comments

[anothershirtruined]

And who is this CPU?

[youfool]

More of a "what" than a "who". How familiar are you with robotics?

[anothershirtruined]

I have never heard the term before.

[youfool]

Ah. Think of it like a metallic, or electronic mannequin, who nonetheless can perform all sorts of labors and tasks. In this case, it runs day-to-day affairs, makes announcements, tallies votes, and answers certain questions about the world you may have, so long as they're dry enough.