automatons
on
an
AIRSHIP
K
K
Thursday, June the Third
I am writing again so, clearly, we survived the
crash, but now I am going to recount the bizarre
tale as best I can before I forget it. The remaining
crew is digging through the wreckage for any intact
automatons, which makes me shudder. All of the
members of our group are alive, save for poor Mr.
Vandenklamp, who was, shall we say, defenestrated
most egregiously.
It all started when Mr. Vandenklamp came to
meet me in my chamber looking for his missing wife.
"She told me last evening she was weary of the
service," Mr. Vandenklamp said. "And if the quality
of breakfast did not improve upon the morning, she
would take matters into her own hands. I am quite
worried what she might be up to!"
After checking many rooms, we found our way
down to the spa. The spa, like the rest of the airship,
is most sumptuous. There is a hallway of small
cabins with pools of hot and cold water for bathing,
and separate chambers for steam.
In one chamber we found an overpowered Mrs.
Vandenklamp being serviced nearly to death!
We could not get to her by fighting through
the attentive automatons for they were all gathered
around her quite tightly! I found a book that had fallen
from Mrs. V's reticule which discussed, exclusively,
the programming of automatons! The poor foolish
woman had been so dissatisfied with the service, that
she set the crew's hospitality units all the way to 11!