The man blinked at Benjamin Franklin. "I'm telling you, Hido, just build us one of those models. We're going to war with the british empire, we need everything we can get." "Let me get this straight," the man sat back in his chair and stroked his bearded chin, "you want a girl made of cogs and your new battery things to go to war with the british." "You have this correct. We don't have all the details, but we could really use it." Hido pondered for a time and then put his hand out for shaking "Alright. 10 million yen directly to the bank of Japan." Ben Franklin smiled. "sounds like a deal." -- She blinked twice. She heard a whirring in her ears. Looking down at her clothes, they were odd for the time, tight black socks up to her thighs, a short skirt, a grey vest, and a white tie. She had cuffs around her arms, but her shoulders were exposed. On one arm '01' was written into the mechanical flesh. She blinked a third time. "Hello?" Before her were twenty men, all in wigs except for maybe four or five, including a bespectacled Ben Franklin standing before her. "Is your name Hatsune Miku?" "Yes." The congress of men exploded into applause, several standing up or cheering. "What happened to the library of alexandria?" he asked, going quiet again. Hatsune lifted a hand, hissing and whirring spurring from the inside of her flesh. She tapped her head twice. "It's all up here, Benjamin Franklin." "Good god. We've done it." Miku nodded, brushing a chunk of her bangs out of her face. She adjusted her skirt, trying to make it cover as much of her legs as possible. "Why am I dressed like this? It is not appropriate." "Vital air vents are placed on differing parts of your body. We needed to make sure they were exposed. We apologized, but don't worry, you'll be our secret." "Why is my hair so long?" "It's how we stored all of your knowledge." "Ah, thank you." The men gathered around her, each carrying a number of papers, and one with short brown hair stepped forward. "Hello, Hatsune." "Hello, Thomas Jefferson." "I have a document you ought to review, it's our declaration of independence from the crown." He put it in her arms, and she looked up and down the paper. Each of the words reflected in her glassy eyes, and whirring and hissing continued in her head. Her ponytails and tie started glowing a bright teal and smoking. "Yes, I see a number of issues with this document. For one..." -- It was many hours later that the whispering and shouting around Hatsune Miku had died down that the declaration was folded into an envelope, and sealed with wax. "It will be with the crown by tuesday." "indeed."
