[Salvio, from his usual nest of paperwork, reaches for the object with bemused interest. It is strange to behold, like a stone that has been perfectly cut and highly polished.]
If you should find a fresh and living battery-- [battery? is he using that correctly?] --it would be useful, again?
[Read messages by the light of the screen, which looks nothing like a screen to Salvio. He is back far in his memory, a sieve and a running stream, a merchant who was killed by bandits and fell from his horse, spilled a thousand tiny emeralds in his fall, and everyone in the village was pressed into searching, even the children and the goats. Screen, behind which a woman pulled off her robe, her shadow against it, and Salvio turned from the doorway and fled, his sandals slapping at the stones. Screen, between the beds of the infirmary.]
It is normal, I think. To carry such--trinkets. As a comfort. Um, do you mind, if I look--even if it is not living, and is technology--it is still interesting, to me. It was for reading only? There were no pictures?
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If you should find a fresh and living battery-- [battery? is he using that correctly?] --it would be useful, again?
[Read messages by the light of the screen, which looks nothing like a screen to Salvio. He is back far in his memory, a sieve and a running stream, a merchant who was killed by bandits and fell from his horse, spilled a thousand tiny emeralds in his fall, and everyone in the village was pressed into searching, even the children and the goats. Screen, behind which a woman pulled off her robe, her shadow against it, and Salvio turned from the doorway and fled, his sandals slapping at the stones. Screen, between the beds of the infirmary.]
It is normal, I think. To carry such--trinkets. As a comfort. Um, do you mind, if I look--even if it is not living, and is technology--it is still interesting, to me. It was for reading only? There were no pictures?