Peridot held the object at its base with her fingertips, rotating it slowly as she scrutinised it through narrowed eyes. It was transparent, with a flimsy metal alloy wrapped around its bottom and shaped with a thick, grooved pattern. The rest of it was made of glass--a fragile, crude amorphous solid.
Above her, one of the street lights of the city rose in silhouette--or. Well. Part of one of the street lights rose in silhouette. The entire upper half of it had been vandalised--dismantled in the course of Peridot's relentless attempts to find something usable or at least recognisable in this technological wasteland.
It was just so... so... primitive.
The Gem technology left on earth had been archaic, but this... this...
Junk! It was all... just... junk!
"Ugggh." She dropped the bulb to the ground in defeat. It struck the pavement with a dull clink and rolled in a crippled, useless half-circle before losing momentum.
FORGET THOSE STARTERS, I WANNA RP ABOUT LIGHT BULBS
Peridot held the object at its base with her fingertips, rotating it slowly as she scrutinised it through narrowed eyes. It was transparent, with a flimsy metal alloy wrapped around its bottom and shaped with a thick, grooved pattern. The rest of it was made of glass--a fragile, crude amorphous solid.
Above her, one of the street lights of the city rose in silhouette--or. Well. Part of one of the street lights rose in silhouette. The entire upper half of it had been vandalised--dismantled in the course of Peridot's relentless attempts to find something usable or at least recognisable in this technological wasteland.
It was just so... so... primitive.
The Gem technology left on earth had been archaic, but this... this...
Junk! It was all... just... junk!
"Ugggh." She dropped the bulb to the ground in defeat. It struck the pavement with a dull clink and rolled in a crippled, useless half-circle before losing momentum.