Yesterday we posted about Doktor A’s Retropolis show opening on Saturday June 7th (7-10 PM) @ Rivet Gallery. Today we’re back with an exclusive preview of one of his six customs from the show — the Gear Box No. 4 Munny. Nice. Cheers Dok. Also, I was a bad blogger (bad… bad…) and failed to include his Mechtorians backstory. Click through to read it — very cool.
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The Mechtorian’s Story by Doktor A
It was during a Cricket match, one balmy afternoon in the summer of
1897, that Professor Maximillian Whistlecraft was informed of England’s
forthcoming destruction.
His friend and fellow tinkerer at the
outer boundaries of science and engineering, one Herbert Wells, had
just returned from a brief jaunt into the near future through the use
of his Extraordinary Temporal Conveyancer, and had a shocking tale to
relate. In only a few short years hence the green and pleasant land of
good old Blighty would be overrun by a dastardly Martian invasion
force, the likes of which could barely be comprehended. As part of the
invasion, Herbert had witnessed the razing of his friend’s own
residence near Horsell Common and had hastened at the earliest
opportunity to warn the good fellow to the impending danger.
Professor Whistlecraft had several years to make safe his home and
family before the interplanetary scourge descended. He considered
simply moving house, but could not bare to pass his doom to another
poor unsuspecting soul. And from this initial conviction he vowed to
save not just himself but the whole of the English populace. He
concluded the best way to achieve this was not to engage the wretched
invaders in battle but simply move everybody out of their way.
Luckily his previous scientific researches and engineering dabblings
had uncovered a way to instantaneously move objects and persons from
one place to another. He concluded that with a Translation Engine of a
suitable size and power he might move everything in England out of
harms way. He consulted books, talked with eminent Astronomers,
Geologists and Botanists and decided that the best destination would be
a small blue green planet circling a star at the edges of the visible
galaxy. He was assured this would be a world much like the Earth we
know, but with the additional bonus that due to a peculiarity of its
orbit it would have two tea-times.
He realised that he could
not expect the good people of England to abandon all they knew for some
strange new world on the strength of a single man’s word, no matter how
honorable the gentleman. So he concluded that a mechanised workforce
should be sent ahead to build all that the future inhabitants would
expect of a decent English society, in order to ease their transition.
To this end he re-fitted a number of his automated servants, built some
new ones and gave them all careful instructions on what to do at their
destination. He also tutored his mechanical creations in methods to
create more like themselves, to fit whatever purpose was required of
them. He sent them off on the eve of the new century to build a new
Empire amongst the stars and await his arrival.
He never came.
Two hundred years later they have never known the fate of their creator
and his people. But they go on doing what he instructed. Building a
bigger and better and more decent society for all Mechtorians and for
all those who may, some day, still arrive.
