...but where will it end?

[flaede]

And though the world was sick unto death, the mighty Steam behemoth churned onward. An automaton loosed upon an unheeding world, it had the misfortune to outlive its purpose. Created to bring entertainment, it now ground fine the hopes for joy and mirth of its victims. Ever onward, ever higher, (airships more fantastical by the day), its pace only increasing as it went, consuming whole bookstore shelves in its path.

Surely, its creators did not know that which they wrought when first goggles and matchless cogs were brought together upon the page.