Mark’s official title was Head Butler.  What he really did was security, bookkeeping, and keeping up appearances.  The house had a fabulous kitchen filled with gleaming chrome objects resembling appliances.  The house had been painstakingly designed by a team of architects and engineers, and it was the ultimate shrine to skeumorphism.  It was fitting for the mansion of the owner of a city that only existed in digital displays. Doris held the door as Babbage entered.
“Welcome home, sir.”  The man smiled.  Behind him, the sky above the ruins of Midas Tower pulsated with green and violet light, like auroras.