How they once mocked my "mad, Victorian affectations." But when war blasted the mainlands, how they flocked to my island in the Irish sea.
I never exactly renounced this age. True, I love steampower, my family title, my top hat. But I also foresaw how really useful artificial intelligence could be.
A new civilization will soon rise, borne by my intelligent engines, carrying my loads, my followers, my vision. None will dare mock me then.
Behold this tank engine, my first creation! See the strength in its pistons, its armored blue chassis! Even its name will shame the doubters -- Thomas.
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