Author’s Note: This is a first attempt at describing an array of tiny automatons who appear in two upcoming novels. I like the little things as they have an innocence that is good for a writer to work with.
They tinkled and clunked, tottered and chugged such an array of metallic creatures as to make one think they’d dropped a bucket of ironmongery, the nuts, bolts and screws leaping back to life of their own volition. An army of the tiny, the minuscule and the smaller, automata of every conceivable kind skittered their way through Londinium’s streets. No one saw them, of course, the fog so deep as to dive in. It was almost like they’d planned their microscopic expedition. Almost?