The Machine Monarch
“To Victoria! May her machines never fail!” – Popular toast within the British Empire
At 91, it would be reasonable to assume that the Queen would have fallen victim to old age. British ingenuity, however, will not accept this forgone conclusion. The matriarch now sits upon a throne draped with snaking tubes and wheezing bellows; whirring calculating engines interpret the twitches of her frail fingertips and relay her orders throughout the Empire.
A recent addition is a gift from the engineers’ guild; Victoria has a new crown of etched steel which hums with an unseen power. Rumours are abound that this device connects Victoria’s very mind to her vast banks of Babbage Engines. Amongst those with knowledge of such systems, there is speculation of this being an experimental form of presence-by-telegraph.