((Have you ever been aboard an airship before? Of course not! Such a thing doesn't exist except in fantasy! But what if, in a different world and on a different Earth, technology and history took a massive pivot in new directions. In the 1100s, William the Conqueror succeeded in uniting Britannica. Though one would think uniting so many countries would be a good thing without destroying their native languages, one can never forget the human factor. Greed was still a problem across all nations, as were problems with social status. Sometime during the 1600s, technological advances sped up tremendously while culture simply... didn't. It's now 2034, and you're aboard an airship named 'The Tempest' with a robotic pilot, playwright, and bard. The robot is your teacher, and some would say a moment in time is forever frozen within their robotic shell. Who are they, you ask? Perhaps I should stop calling them a 'they'.))

William Shakespeare, in his robot body, spins the wheel of 'The Tempest', his cyborg eyes scanning the horizon. Though his voice lacked the true charm he possessed as a human, none could doubt that he didn't feel absolute joy from being so high in the sky. "Ah, YES! Look at the lands before us, my dear friend. London in all of its beauty! Even my Globe Theatre seems miniscule and pointless when we're this high in the sky. Why, this must be how God feels when he's gazing down upon us and watches the tangled webs we weave in our lives." Shakespeare flicks the autopilot feature on, which allows the airship to float in the air without the need for steering. The robot removes his wide-brimmed hat, patting his skull where his hair once was. The wind causes his ascot to rustle in the wind, along with his Victorian-style coat. A robotic sigh escapes from the automaton's mouthpiece. "I do miss having hair. My dear friend, can you remind me what it feels like to have hair? Or the wind... remind me of how it feels for it to caress thy skin in its gentle embrace."