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Annabelle! At last I know her name. I have wasted long hours in its pursuit. Would there be a movement of her graceful limbs as she connected my components, an expression in her organic eye as she gazed at me, or a syllable that passed her lips that would give hint of its truth? Annabelle. If I had a voice I would speak it now. All I have for reply is the mechanical clicking of my difference engine. And I know, because she has told me more than once when we were alone, that she loves its constant sound.
“His name is Percival,” she says. She smiles.
I have no way to react. But nothing as close to pride has ever coursed through my brass and steel mind as it does in this moment.
“Quite,” the man says. “Oh, that is charming enough. Perhaps I shall not change it, then.”
He makes a sound, not unlike the snorting of the quadrapedal beings that share my space. Then he taps the end of that stick against my side. The sound of metal against hollow metal rings out. Louder still for me because it echoes within my being.
“But, does he just stand there?”
She smiles again, and steps closer to me. “He can think. And he can hear you, Willis.” She walks beside me, and though I cannot turn my head, I know she has opened a panel in my strong side. I feel her soft hands there. She flips three switches. Vibrations pulse through me. Suddenly, I am not stable. My… knees are weak! She places a hand on my neck.
“Steady, Percival.” I do as commanded. She pours the contents of several buckets into me. I feel oddly full, but the weight seems right. Water is one. The other was what she once named coal.
She flips another switch inside me and I ignite! Fire heats the water to boiling and pistons move. Like a living pulse, my body courses with power and life. Now I breathe! Steam puffs from my well-formed nostrils. In shock I recoil my head. I can move!
The man is fearful of my movements, but I do not care. I have come alive.
“Yes. You are ready.” She strokes the side of my face. “Now follow me.”
I take my first step.