Where's Watson?
Chronicles of a flickering Friday.
"My dear Watson", he began as was his wont. "They have created a machine to replace all our tools of deduction. Neither a map, nor a magnifying glass to carry. Retaining knowledge of events past and present? Will not be required. Need to summon Lestrade? Just say the word, aloud."
"Excellent!" I cried, wondering if he was back on exotic concoctions of herbs and chemicals.
"Elementary," said he. And went on to babble about Charles Babbage, then a chap called Alan Turing, and someone named Steve.
"An apple in the palm of your hand, Watson. It will show you moving pictures with our adventures where a dapper gent called Benedict pretends to be me. Turns out he also pretends to be Alan Turing. Incidentally, your namesake has a lot to do with business machines, but is nowhere near as capable as yourself. Or an Apple."
:mindblown-emoji:
~ John H. Watson, 18xx
Where's Watson?
Chronicles of a flickering Friday.
"My dear Watson", he began as was his wont. "They have created a machine to replace all our tools of deduction. Neither a map, nor a magnifying glass to carry. Retaining knowledge of events past and present? Will not be required. Need to summon Lestrade? Just say the word, aloud."
"Excellent!" I cried, wondering if he was back on exotic concoctions of herbs and chemicals.
"Elementary," said he. And went on to babble about Charles Babbage, then a chap called Alan Turing, and someone named Steve.
"An apple in the palm of your hand, Watson. It will show you moving pictures with our adventures where a dapper gent called Benedict pretends to be me. Turns out he also pretends to be Alan Turing. Incidentally, your namesake has a lot to do with business machines, but is nowhere near as capable as yourself. Or an Apple."
:mindblown-emoji:
~ John H. Watson, 18xx