18:34, March 29, 1999...

In London, trains seem to conspire against my will and schedule. It's as if the universe itself is trying to deliver a not-so-subtle negative message. Mastering these colossal trains and arriving on time requires a considerable amount of practice... or perhaps just being less incompetent, one of the two.

I find myself in a rather unfavorable position on the metro; maybe it's because it's Monday, and peak hours don't help either. It's always a bit uncomfortable, but I'm gradually getting accustomed to it.

Ah, I almost forgot to introduce myself. I am Wellington D. Corner. The pleasure is entirely mine to make your acquaintance.

I'm en route to my job as an Adjunct Assistant Valve Mechanic at the Steam-Moved-Airship Hangar, a highly esteemed occupation, I must say.

Yes, I do indeed work with steam moved airships. Why are you so confused?

Ah, I see. You're not from around here. Please pardon my ignorance and stupidity; let me explain how things operate and work out in this city.

Here in London, vapor and valves reign supreme in our technological landscape. I mean, it's all about steam and valves, really. Don't believe me? Well, I'd suggest treating yourself to a blimp ride, or perhaps sampling some Rad-Awe, the latest fashionable drug. Or maybe even securing a job. Don't misunderstand me (I will never try to offend you, why would I do such a thing?) but finding employment here is very easy. Pretty straightforward. Almost too much, in my humble opinion.

You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.

Anyway, I am now on the train, a marvel powered by steam, if you can believe it. Yet, what you might not realize, my dear companion, is that this marvel doesn't run on coal. While coal served its purpose in days gone by, it's now rendered obsolete and unnecessary. So, what's our fuel of choice, you ask? The answer is quite straightforward: nuclear energy.

Now, you might be pondering: "What about the waste? And the water needed to produce steam? Surely, they must have run out by now." That's a great question to ask, yes sir.

Allow me to share a little secret, something of a confidential nature. Don't tell anyone else, ok?

The company I'm affiliated with, once a hub of research, boasts a prominent figure who uncovered the key to this ethereal vapor: The Jackson-Turing Process, aptly named after its discoverer, alongside the utmost famous scientist Alan Turing. We tamed the atom, and now, it's all ours to play and test.

I'm afraid I can't delve into the intricacies of its operation right now... or perhaps I could, but maybe in the future, who knows.

However, I think it's better for us to stay quiet because we arrived at my company where I work. My supervisors... They have great ears... and a pretty inflated ego.

Well, I think it's more than appropriate that I reveal to you that I didn't come here to work, no, sir.

You see, I've always wanted to do my own work, be independent, be my own boss.

Alright, I'll cut right to the chase.

I will resign. Make my own company.

I am going to say to my boss some things I have been wishing to say for a LONG time. Imagine this: Wellington Mechanics and Company. Isn't that merry?

I am going to my boss's office.

Wish me the best of luck.