Prologue

Vern stared out of the dragonflies window, as the jaw dropping airship drew close. He saw the silver glider like a freshly made mechanimal emerging through the smog clouds. Suddenly, Vern heard a noise he didn’t want to hear.  A torpedo as loud as a tornado and as fast as a V2 rocket. Jaw dropping cracks opened up in the ripped exterior of the ship as easily as a sword through butter. Vern turned to his master lifting his smooth bronze head, “by Newton you need to go or you’ll die.”