It’s the handshake that gives Bell away this time. I see Mr. T’ang’s expression change as he feels the high-density polymer beneath my partner’s brown leather glove.I’m always a little chagrined by how long it takes our clients to recognize Bell for what he is. I made the same mistake all of them make, which is an uncomfortable memory for a man in my line of work.“My associate,” I tell Mr. T’ang, whose face has frozen in confusion. “Mister Bell.”It’s the same every time: surprise, recrimination, and a failed attempt to hide both emotions. It’s as dependable as the clockworks that thrum silently beneath my colleagues’ chest.“A pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Bell says soothingly. His voice, a clear and nuanced baritone, is his most human characteristic. A reassuring voice to some, but for others it only steepens the Bell’s uncanny valley.
I've been working a new job for about a month and have written over 43,000 words at the office. These words have been about things I have no particular interest in, but I'd like to think this is something I could, in some way, harness.
Podscatle 134: Corinthians
I've written literary fiction most of my life. I started writing speculative fiction more recently. It's ranged from absurdism to steampunk to something approaching high sci-fi.
I'd like to finish my first Bell and Arthur short story. Bell and Arthur is a re-imagining of Sherlock Holmes in an Asimovian world.
Next round is on you.