Berlin in Summer is something else. Truly. Or maybe Berlin is always something else. I have forgotten how great it felt to be here. I even managed to tempt Clarrington into a dance!! and it only cost me 1,000 marks <cough>
oh, My driver is playing with a magical toy in her world, AI or something she calls it. I don't fully understand, she says machines are learning to draw and to write. And to prove it she made (she had those machines make) a new nameplate for my humble home. She's also designed new covers for my books. They truly look most modern and enchanting. But I have to say while her artist robot draws well, its spelling needs some work.
We have left some of the book covers with the spelling mistakes they came out with, as they are terribly funny to read, and funny is good in such worrying times.
One part of me feels sorry for my driver, stuck in that other world in the future, the other would pay all she has to experience it.
Happy summer earthlings
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