| Chapter Eleven - Deus ex Machina |
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The next few days were filled with frenzied activity as Will and I
rushed to make everything ready for our trip to the coast. Will was
constantly at work making crucial adjustments to the craft, working with
his strange calculating instruments or running tests. Though I shared
his excitement I on the other hand had begun to question my usefulness.
A number of times I had been unable to help to the limit of my abilities
due to the continued reluctance of my hand to regain movement. I didn't
speak to Will about the frustration this caused but instead brooded over
it while he, due to youthful exuberance, could not see the anger within
me.
It was a warm afternoon as I listened to Will tinkering in the workshop. He was humming a tune that I didn't recognise as I sipped a most welcome cup of Earl Gray, which seemed to have become our chosen beverage. To take my mind off my incapacity I was tinkering with some of fathers automata. He had collected these over a number of years and had not always got round to fixing them and so when I had moved to my bunker I had taken some of them with me in order to work on them. I was making adjustments to an automaton of a conjurer who could make shadow puppets by way of adjustments to levers secreted beneath his robes when I made a discovery that could retrieve my lost abilities... I managed to find the problem with the statue after an hour of tinkering, it appeared that his left hand had become detached from it's mechanism and so I removed it completely from the statue in order to affect repairs. I was left with a mechanical skeletal hand which worked by means of basic pneumatic pistons. Playing idly with this gadget made me wonder and so roughly with more hope than sense I strapped the device to the remnants of my left hand and pulled the levers on the back of the statue. To my greatest joy my hand straightened, I pulled another and my hand closed. I shouted with unrestrained joy and set to work on the contraption that was forming before me. As I tightened the last connection lightning lit the sky and I checked the time, midnight, I couldn't stifle a chuckle as I noticed the over dramatic nature of the moment. I decided then to leave showing Will my new hand until we arrived on the coast, that way no matter if the trip was a success or a failure there would still be something to celebrate. Then for the first time in what seemed an age I used my left hand to clutch a glass of ale as I began to write the words you have just read. |
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