Mechanized Shorthand Device
(Plucked from a Stenographer's Dream)
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At 2AM on the fifteenth of February 1921 Albert Schneider found himself in a shabby hotel room in an unseemly district of London. He had been jolted awake by a frenzied nightmare. After endlessly swimming in a sea of black ink Albert was awakened by the distressing sensation of being repeatedly pricked by razor sharp pen nibs; his punishment for losing games without rules.