[Sonja considers for a moment, frowns, and shakes her head.] The cinema's still an excitingly new thing in London, and I'd not seen a computer until I came here. Well, some of the analytical engines might be similar, I suppose. But the only one I've seen much of up close is the Truthbreaker Engine at Benthic College and it's more than what's left of my skin is worth to try and mess around with that without the Professor Emerita of Infernal Rarefactions present.

Chips sound a bit like gaoler's honey in effect, though, if not in execution. Risky stuff, and horribly inhumane.