“It was a big room, and it was filled from side to side and floor to ceiling with old-tech. There were big pieces and small, well-preserved ones along with a few that were no more than hunks of rust. "I need money, Crumb. I have a project in mind, and it must be funded, so I have decided to sell off my collection. This lot has been acquired over a lifetime, and I've had a long life. I can't remember what's in here myself, so I want you to catalogue it, and assess it as you go. Sort the trash... from the treasures. Make notes, if you need anything, ask my daughter. I'll pop in from time to time and see how you're doing." "I'll do my best, sir," said Gideon. But Godshawk had already gone striding on his way. *** Days went by. Weeks went by. Slowly, Gideon worked his way through the mountains of machinery, studying, describing, puzzling. Had this battered plastic frame been part of a TV set, or only a window? Could this crushed orange rubber ball really have hopped into space, as its name suggested?MoreLessRead More Read Less
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