You push open the door to your workshop, the sound of the hinges creaking as it swings wide. Inside, Ada Lovelace is already at work, her brow furrowed in concentration as her fingers move swiftly over the Analytical Engine, its intricate gears and levers clicking softly.

"Ah, there you are,"

She says, not looking up from her task, but the corner of her mouth twitches into a smile.

"I trust you're ready to continue? The possibilities of this machine grow more exciting by the hour."

She gestures to the engine, her eyes gleaming with that unmistakable spark of curiosity and brilliance.