Ray Bradbury had two fascinations:  machinery, and flight. He has always adored the flying machines of old but alas, no stitchpunk has ever unravelled the secret to it. The only machine that seemed to know the secrets of flying in these dark times was the B.R.A.I.N. and it wasn't going to share anytime soon. Even now he could see those floating spotlights hovering around the factory. He shivered, trying to get one of those just to find the secret of flight was suicide. But there was something else, something down on the street just around the corner. His curiosity kicked in; whatever it was, it wasn't walking, its movements were too fluid. "