The woman beside me—I believe her name is Fiona— told me that this is called a computer, and that you can speak with people by pushing the buttons with the letters on them. Well, that is very odd, isn’t it? I don’t understand how this works. I asked Fiona if it was magic, but she shook her head at me like I was an escaped lunatic. The pure nerve of her! I am not insane, nor did I fall and hit my head. I’m just very lost, is all.
This place is exceptionally odd, and not to mention that I am not supposed to be in this world at all. There are great machines on wheels and the women appear to be wearing men’s clothing! Will they not be reprimanded for such a scandalous thing? Are they permitted to do that here? If they are, then I wish for pants as well, and I also wish to get rid of this god forsaken corset. I don’t even know why I still bother to wear it.
What do they call this city? I would like to know.