“What do you suppose we’ll find there?” asked Tim, tightening the last bolt. Ed turned the valve to return steam and set Engine 3 spinning, pushing against the ether to bring the huge cogship home.
“After 200 years, who knows? We’ve had no messages since 1840, but Queen Victoria doubtless took the immortality serum. A British Empire without sunset across two star systems…” Ed sniffed back a tear. “I can’t wait to see our parade.”